Literature
Concrete Angel
She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holding back
Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace
"Look, there goes Tema, wearing the same dress as yesterday." Mica laughed to his friends—most of the village kids. "What's wrong, Tema? Don't have any other clothes?" He sneered loud enough for me to hear.
Pinpricks of tears threatened to slip over my eyelids. I tried to ignore the taunting as I carried my lunch to the school house. So what if I have to wear the same dress twice in a row? So what if, tears were now spilling over my cheeks, I don't have pretty dr