The world will say hi to you when you are ok ,
When you smile
When you look pretty
The scars, the bruises the pain,
They do not want to know ,
They do t want to know you when you are looking blue with bruises and your features don’t match
They don’t want to know you when you are abused daily and have bumps on your head.
The world doesn’t want to know you when your tears dry out
It’s an ore’
That’s how the world works ,
The world wants to know you when you have a smile
What is behind that smile is the least important at the time ….
The world is an ore’