By Fatimah Bint Harun, 6th Grade, DreamSafer School
Bothered By Raindrops
He dumped my life like trash at dawn,
then vanished fast, already gone.
I requested the truth; he fed me lies.
Now love feels like a dress design.
We built an ugly, yet stable home.
While they all shared a room, I was alone.
I played along, ignored the cracks-
But loyalty’s not what friendship lacks.
At home the silence cuts like glass,
His hands speak louder than I’d ask.
To kill something inside, you don’t need weapons,
My skin went from tan to purple in a matter of seconds.
I walk through school like I’m invisible,
He dumped me loud; the laughs were miserable.
My friends wore masks, all hypocritical—
At home I cry, called “too emotional.”
Teenage life is such a witch.
Made me fly high, then threw me into a ditch.
I hope they all know that they’re my ops.
Cuz I have survived too many thunderstorms to be bothered by raindrops.