The little boy hid his head
When the teacher called his name
Skinny arms showed the bones
How life was not a game
Feeling stupid dazed embarrassed, too
Frozen on the spot of dread
All went blank in the world
Of a child a little less than dead
Fear sealed his mouth stripped the sound
No answer was to come
He sat alone stalked and drained
What else could be done?
Brown eyes turned down head peeled away
Dread like heavy lead appeared
As the teacher once more called his name
His heavy heart swelled to sink
In the moment when he could not think
He shut his eyes he would not blink
The sky turned grey sun shot to death
While his mind race like a psycopath
Breath slowed thoughts did not quit
Snatched away the answer she dared solicit
Tear filled eyes face so racy pink
Taunted  boy so much on the brink
Others laughed, jeered and mocked
An endless moment of ill repose
The rape occurred deep down in his toes
His heart froze up pumped no blood
Memories soaked in moist grey mud
She’d never understand why he did refuse
But, if she’d ever walked a mile
In the flat soles of his shoes
She’s resign herself to words unsaid
While observing all the clues
But, deep inside, he masked the pain
Silent dignity in tact covered all the shame
He knew, with time and chance on his side
One day he’ be strong enough to rise with the tide
To change the world with inference
He gasped a sigh of raw indifference
Claiming the brunt of his defiant acts
Compensated by life’s raw unaided facts
It did not matter what he said
His fated course decided in a harrowed bed