Da Costa Nabeelah (03/01/2014 / South Africa)
I see your smile,
your gleaming teeth,
like a sharks,
but more sharp.
That glint in your eye,
When your thinking something something unsavory,
You think that your better that me,
More pretty mor smart,
I hear your whispers in the corridors,
The muffled snickers behind suffocating hands,
You and your friends just raise your eyebrowsn and smirk,
Almost as if to say look at her.
But I want you to know something,
And as cliche as it sounds,
YOUR WORDS AND ACTIONS HURT,
All your snide, sharp comments,
made with a whip like tongue sting,
They leave scars deeper than the flesh,
Your words are like maggots,
Infecting and eating away at my flesh,
And burrowing into my bones,
God says to forgive and forget,
But I hate you,
You were the mean girl I read about in books,
The one I saw in movies,
The one I never expected to appear in my life,
My nightmare of a life.
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