Too Late Poem by Jessica Beal

There's a little girl that walks to school by the bay.
She's wearing the same dress she wore yesterday.
I would love to walk with her because she's my age,
But I know I'll stare at the rags she uses for a bandage.
You can see the misery behind the scars on her face.
Even as a child, I know she has no one for her to embrace.
The teachers wonder, but they never ask.
It's hard to see that pain behind the mask.
Even if they do ask, she simply says, 'I fell.'
She probably wants someone to help, but she's too afraid to tell..

After school let's out, she makes her way back to her house.
Through the ghettos and dark alleys she walks, quiet as a mouse.
She opens the door and quickly walks down the hall,
When suddenly a shove from behind automatically makes her fall.
Somebody screams in the dark of the night.
Her mother hears, but she doesn't care to fight.
A poor, harmed sould caught in the grasp of fate,
By the time morning comes, help will be too late..