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I Learned to Care
By: Kahlia Roberts
One day, I walked down the street,
And saw a girl lying off the road.
I stopped to look.
Her face was bruised but her neck was broke.
There was nothing to be done.
I asked myself,
How could this happen?
The next day, I walked by again,
And the girl was still there.
Nobody bothered to come,
Nobody bothered to move her.
It was not my place – I didn’t either.
I asked myself,
Why don’t they care?
Another day passed, and I walked again.
The girl was there.
Her dress, once periwinkle blue,
Was splattered with mud.
Did the person even notice, he who drove by?
And I had to ask myself,
Why didn’t he care?
That night, I was walking back.
I stopped to look, and someone had thrown fruit at her.
Why did they hate her?
Did they think her asleep and pathetic?
Then suddenly, it struck me,
Whilst I just moved on,
Did I let this happen?
Yes, I knew I had.
I didn’t care either,
Never had.
So ‘round I turned,
And knelt by her side.
I picked her up, took her home.
When I buried her I cried.
