Laying on the bed, she cries for what awaits next day.
In school, ready to face the daily racism.
In lunch she sits alone, as kids point and laugh.
The bus ride home, a nightmare never to awake from.
She goes upstairs, to cry in the bath scrubbing hard in hopes to wash away the cruelty of the day.
She turns and looks, to see her only friend balancing gracefully near the edge.
She closes her eyes, as her friend kisses her skin.
As she sinks into the tub, her emerald roads cry soft ruby tears.
Maybe now, her pain will go away?
Maybe now, people will realize what they've done?
Maybe..maybe...to late now.
OH Gary this is so beautiful and so sad Her emerald roads cry soft ruby tears is my favourite line I give this a ten really brilliant
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I would like to translate this poem
'to cry in the bath scrubbing hard in hopes to wash away the cruelty of the day' - a poignant description.