Do you?

See that girl, with the over-sized sweatshirt, the faded 
jeans, and big glasses?

Do you, well, do you?

See all those books that she is carrying, most of them are 
for entertainment, maybe a few are schoolbooks?

Do you, well, do you?

See how her eyes are misted over with tears, but she 
doesn’t bother to wipe them away?

Do you, well, do you?

See the other kids who make fun of her, and they run around 
her, laughing? 

Do you, well, do you?

See how her back is nearly breaking with all the weight on 
it, but she doesn’t care?

Do you, well, do you?

See how she looks so sad, so lost and alone?

Do you, well . . . do you?

And, see? She looks just like me, when I was a girl.

Do you see it?

And if I told you, that is *me* do you think you’d believe?

Well, she is. That is me. Do you see her now?

Do you . . .?