Sky with scars no one can see, Sky of some place no one can find, Sky whose name drifts into the wind, is quiet with no friends, Walks in no direction, Listens to no one, Has no one to raise her., Takes care of herself. Sleeps in a hard so called bed.
Sky, awake or not, drags herself to school. Takes no time to get ready. Ragged clothes hang over her body, because her momma said they would fit her later.
Sky inside her crinkled shirt, inside those tangles of hair, inside that stone cold body, is a light, a light that wants to shine. Brilliance is accompanied by happiness. Education is bursting forth, but hate and suffering drives them inside, sickness creeps into the mind, and kills any remaining light.