The Back of the Neck is Sensitive

About a bus trip

The back of the neck is sensitive.
She grabbed me there, with expert hands
Held me down and punched and kicked
There was no way out of that.

The school bus travelled on, stop to stop
The driver uncaring, but not unaware of my pain
How could he not hear my cries and their jeering?
It was just a part of his work routine.

Physical pain from a beating -
But this was nothing compared to what was to follow.
The bus came to a stop.

The sneering bully pauses, looks up,
Sees my sister waiting to pass.
She drags me to the side to let my sister float by,
Like a queen or a bride.

I bet none of the people on the bus remember that day,
But I hurt still.