To the kid who’s anxious, every day. The last kid, when they’re picked to play. The quiet kid with lots to say. Poetry is for you. To the kid who hides behind their hair.
Who’s scared and scarred by every stare. The kid who cries when no-one’s there. Poetry is for you. To the kid that no-one sees or hears.
The kid who knows she’ll end up pierced to drain the pain of tattooed tears. Poetry is for you. To the girl who’s never, ever sure
or confident, but knows she’s poor. And knows there must be something more. Poetry is for you. To the lad whose dad is always missed. The kid whose mum is always pissed. The girl with scratch marks on her wrist. Poetry is for you.