She walked in with circles under her eyes;
As if UFOs landed on her cheeks and crop circles...
cropped out her spark, but the fact is,
She hasn't been the same since jock walked in a little blackout drunk.
Stumbled into her room mumbling about some other chick he had met that night.
And that night, wasn't the first time he hit her, but it was the first bruise,
and it wasn't the first time alcohol was abused and his fists got loose.
She tried to leave but cheer spirit doesn't beat biceps.
Swinging limbs like tornados do, and Frank Ocean couldn't describe a room.
After he stained her spirit, some words were exchanged, some slurs,
The only thing that held him back was her cheek bones.
Amongst this anguish, she still walked into to class 15 minutes early.
Only student having done their homework that day, and for the whole week,
The spark wasn't there in her eyes, the grey matter seemed a little more gray.
Her eyes were abucted by an alien to her,
She'd never been exploited,
Her body has never been mined out, her body had never been a war zone,
She's never had to fight like that. 
She's never seen aliens before.