Smudged with the previous day’s grime made it difficult to see her sweet cherubic face.
Golden blonde hair, unkempt and unwashed emitted a dirty smell that repelled the other children.
Mismatched hand me down’s, stained and rumpled, targeted disdain by others.
Her mother’s cigarette smoke clinging to her filthy winter coat
isolated her further at recess.
Every tearful act, a scream for attention, so annoyed the harassed and preoccupied adult.
“Mid-year grades reflect incredible potential.” stated her teacher.
“Just like her father”, harrumphing with contempt declared her mother.
“A whiny brat.”