A poem a day for 2013 - day 33 - poem 2 - Remembering Phoebe Prince

This is for Phoebe Prince
Who killed herself
Because she was bullied
In school
This heart ache is for her
Because her name should be remembered
Even if it hurts to remember
Bullied in school
By nine students
And everyone else who saw and did nothing
These bullied children are
Flopping fish making their way
Through halls
Trying to find air
To find space
That is theirs
Some teacher saw
Some custodian forgot
Some lunch person looked away
Somebody told
And Phoebe is still dead
We should all say her name
Over and over
Until her ghost
Haunts us to shame
We are murderers
That's who we are
We kill with our closed mouths
We stab with our turned heads
Our baby was bullied to death
Death at fifteen
By her own hands
To miss school
And be permanently excused