The Laughter

She keeps going.
She doesn't want to be she does.
She walks down the halls.
Down the halls into stares.
She stops and listens and looks.
Laughter.

She slides her hood on because she knows it only gets worse.
A tear rolls down her face.
She knows.
The laughter is directed at her.

She runs, but there is no where to run too.

Her head feels like knives piercing through her skull.
She feels like she is going to puke as her face reflects pale off of her dark skin.

She stops.
She looks.
She lifts up her hood as a weight has been lifted.
She wipes her tears.
She picks up her head.
And walks.
She walks stronger.
Because she knows,
She is stronger.






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