Red

• Ailie Bateman, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2013

Red blood full of anger
Anger made out of voices
Voices that yell insults
Insults that hurt
Hurt that stays inside
Inside needs to come out
Out with the razors
Razors that cut the skin
Skin that becomes red with blood
Blood that's on the floor
Floor that holds a body
Body of a girl
Girl who was victim
Victim who is gone forever