Rumors Poem by Tasha Young

Hurtful untrue remarks made against you
Eyes follow you as you walk the halls
Snickers of harassment from those who appear friendly but are superficial
Scares both emotional and physical appear on your skin
Yet somehow there's more within
Deceitful faces of those who appear to supposedly know me
Those who think they can control me
Going on and on endlessly like a black hole meant for the
Time passes by slow as though if there was a moment over thrown
A note lost like a train of thought
A cover that's blown
When will it all go away and leave my sight no more
Day and night those tears once shed damped me light a blotted plant
Waiting for that one blessed moment where someone would stand up and say leave her alone get away
Shed of light from a revolutionary day a test of faith
Rumors need to be exiled replaced no more shade of gray