In the black uniform

A somber hue, a prison of fate, Black uniform, a suffocating weight. School halls echo screams of hate, A battlefield where tormentors wait. Bullied whispers pierce the morning air, Words like knives, leaving open wounds to bear. Depression's grip, a heavy cloak, Dimming the light and crushing all hope. Eating disorders, a desperate cry, A body distorted, a shattered lie. Inequality's sting, a festering wound, Dividing hearts, leaving souls unbound. Sexual assault, a horror unspoken, Silence and shame, a burden to be broken. 'Boys will be boys,' a vile excuse, Shielding predators, prolonging the abuse. Within these walls, a cycle of despair, Where darkness reigns and dreams turn to air. Black uniform, a symbol of pain, A prison of trauma, forever to stain. But even in the darkest of nights, Hope flickers, defying the bleakest sights. Voices rise, breaking the chains, Demanding justice, reclaiming their names. The black uniform shall not prevail, For within its folds, resilience will sail. Survivors rise, with strength newfound, Breaking free from shadows, reclaiming their ground.