Red marks of guilt all over her pale face.
Tears caught in her blond webs,
Her dark brown eyes holding memories,
Her swollen lips petrified to speak.
People looked at her nakedly.
(Her chest,
Her mind)
The books were a burden on her shoulders,
Hiding it in - nails through her feet.
Fear chased her everyday,
but hope kept her running.
For she never gave up,
for she still rose up.