Poetry

She Was Watching

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Just watching was something she was used to do,
When the clouds rolled by and the sun tried to shine again.
She would sit in class and try to focus.
The girl felt how they gave her a glare that felt like daggers.
She had heard the whispers that swirled around her like wind.

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Maybe just maybe, they would stop and listen. 
She was quiet, but she understood the words said.
She saw the grins and grimaces others shared.
Some said she was a mystery, some said a dream.

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Neither rumor was confirmed but neither was denied.
Over and over, as they stared and whispered,
she drew black circles in her books.
Her peers said she spoke new words that they never heard.

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She sat in the classes everyday, like a lost child.
Her silence spoke louder than the words others said.
Maybe a witch they said, maybe a nightmare
She drew black circles in her books,
And spoke new words that they never heard.