My rib cracked

It was just on loan

And its pain still stabs at my heart where the left bone must ave dug a little bit

From all you boys stood up on top of the mound singing ‘if you all hate her clap your hands’ it was a chant and you all sang everyone of you all joined in.and it grew like football violence around a child's song 

And the sound got louder and louder

I thought the thunder would break and make it rain

But the big fat drops of water were coming from my eyes

And it was ok cos just us girls were there pretending to carry on

Regardless and they looked up because they knew it was wrong

But didn’t have a clue about it

I don’t know why they picked me out

Not really

Ste was behind it all he was truly formed rebel

And something about him knew that I was bad

And he wanted to hurt me with every word he said

I was  a truly mad fool

Id said to jen lets cover up your mums grave in seeds and she always just did because her brother ste had said

Because they’ll grow and surely that was a good tribute

And I pulled handfuls from the swaying grass and scattered them all over

Full of the abandonment turned quickly over before they reached the mound

And when I remember that the grass would truly grow and

Cover up the gravestone

I sink in shame

Beneath the oppression of that boy

I no longer know

My rib cracked because I fell on stone

Far from the tarzan swing into the charcoal

And when I looked up in time

All the boys had jumped down the embankment

To lift me up

But I didn’t need them

I was stood on the two feet that remembered the day before

The tears and the laughter mixed together and washed off in streaks

Where the girls had loved me by letting me wash in the sink.

It was always like that

Only adversity could ever win me friends

When they saw my blood or realised that I really was human too