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Every day I flip back to bed
Mom comes in
Five minutes you said
I stare at the clock
Why don’t you wait for me?
Now where’s my sock
I need some sympathy.
School here I come, my homework all done
To be given to a rich dad’s son.
Waiting in the bus on the last long seat
There is a sudden rise in my heart beat.
He walks up to me as soon as my mom says bye
Thinking I have a fun time at school- it’s all a lie.
They snatch my bag, empty it down
The kids watch and laugh at me- the sad clown.
Take my papers, my sleepless nights
My lunch, mom’s healthy bites
Is it the color of my skin?
Or because I am bony thin?
What have I done to have no friends?
My only mistake to not follow the trends
Of lying, stealing and calling it ’cool’
I rather be a solitary mule.
I walk in the door where students form groups
More like their own backfiring troops.
‘I tell you to tell none’
It’s a secret, ‘that girl’s a scum’.
But the whisper is certainly Chinese
It passes on from eyes to knees.
And finally they come to me, a punch bag am I
And I show my back but never deny
Too scared to tell anyone, too scared to not
I am not the only one but a part of the minority
Who have surrendered to the pharaoh’s deity.
How long do I be a slave?
I wish someone could be a Good Samaritan
Or could I just be brave.
When will I ever see a shooting star?
Or have the luck of the boy with the scar.
I want to be a part of the garden of sunflowers
On whom the sun’s light showers
They all have the same direction, they all one
They sway together, together have fun.
Someone see the dried flower, soon to be dead
Wishing upon the sun to light it red
Help it bloom too and smile
Rise and walk with pride on the aisle.
I want to stand up even though I am alone
But I'm just a kid; I can't take it on my own.
And yet I prefer to be a little nobody
Than be an evil somebody
But tomorrow in the bus when he comes up to me
My bottled bent courage shall speak,
‘All you are is a jealous BULLY!’