She Don't Talk Poem by Richard Jarboe

She don't talk, never said a word
Now she's gone, her voice unheard;
She don't talk never made a sound,
Whatever she was; you won't see her around.

Never talked to the preacher, too afraid of sin,
Never talked to the teacher to say where she'd been,
Never talked to her parents: they'd never understand,
Maybe she'd talk, if she only had a friend.

In the classroom she never raised her hand,
She learned what she learned without a study plan,
Clearly she was a little too shy,
But nobody asked her why.

In the hall most kids looked down at their phone,
No one looked up to see her alone,
Her eyes with that far-away stare,
But no one seemed to care.

Some made fun of her clothes, fun of her hair,
Some even made fun of her nose,
But for those who made fun everyday,
Sooner or later they will have to pay.

All you kids, listen up,
We're all in this together,
Bottom to the top,
The bullies must stop.

If you see somebody looking sad,
Show 'em there's more good than bad,
Ask if there's anything you can do,
Because desperation could happen to you.