Treasures (Poetry Book Number Two)

Justice

She got her heart
In searing pain
Yet you say
You don't care

She got her eyes
Filled with tears
Yet you laugh
And stand over there

She got her hands
Shake in fright
Yet you still comb
That other girl's hair

She got her wrist
Be in bloody red
Yet all you say is
Life isn't fair

Where is justice?
Where?

You're suffocating me
I'm all out of air

Yet you still don't care

Z.