Elijah

A young girl named Elijah
Was taken from her family when she was young
To a place she has never seen
Let alone heard of
In this barren desert like place
She is different
She has short, curly, blond hair,
Crystal blue eyes
And a pale, small body with gentle, fragile features
Everyone else in this place
Has long, straight brown hair,
Dark brown eyes, and are big boned
She wasn’t as smart as everyone else
Or as fast as everyone else
She didn’t belong

After Elijah arrived she found a cardboard box
And called it her home
To most it was just an old, beaten cardboard box
But to Elijah it was home
Her home

Elijah was molested, beaten, and teased
After she came to this new place
She hated herself for being different
She had a low self esteem
She then learned she was different for a reason
She knew she would have to be self sufficient
She had to learn everything
From watching others and experimenting on her own

Once Elijah was old enough to go to school
She went and underwent more teasing and beatings
But she always came back the next day
She wanted to prove to everyone she could succeed
Even if she was different
Elijah became more confident
She pushed even harder

One day when Elijah was walking home from school
Some gangsters were driving around
All the gangsters had brown hair and brown eyes
And were big boned
They had guns and grenades
They drove towards Elijah
Elijah didn’t see or hear them coming
The gangsters took out a gun and shot
They shot her in the arm
She fell and clutched her arm
Her arm was broken, bleeding, and useless
She tried and painfully got up
She grabbed her notebooks with her other arm
And tried stumbled on
She wanted to prove to them she wasn't scared
The gangsters took another shot
This time hitting her in the leg
Elijah cried out in agony
The gangsters laughed an evil laugh
They watched and laughed as Elijah wince and cried in pain
She laid her head on the cold, blood stained concrete
Her leg and arm had dark red blood gushing out
She tried to stand up one more time
She made it
As soon as she stood up
The gangster with the gun put the scope up to his eye and aimed
The shot her went into the back of her head
They turned and fled laughing as they left
Elijah’s cold, blood covered, dead body was left there

No one paid attention to her

Elijah never got a proper burial
She was thrown in the trash along with the garbage
Elijah never got to experience the joys of life
Because Elijah was different