We knew it the second she walked through that door.
She doesn’t have to try to be the best.
She’s already got it because of her title.
Teachers worship her, pupils fear her
She’s got us all in the palm of her hand.

I have been stamped.
They assume they know me.
Their words tie me down, I do as I ask.
Though my best is never good enough.
They never see ME, or my talent,
They only see my status

His was just as obvious
You can tell the minute you see him
His strange fashion sense, his high and girly voice, his moussed hair,
No normal boy acts like him
He will never fit in among us.

I have been stamped.
I will never be accepted among my peers.
I can see it in their eyes, Hear it when they whisper.
But I believe it when my parents try to use violence in an attempt to change something I was born with.
Can’t they see I can’t help it!
I will never truly be myself around them.

It took only a few hundred calories to figure hers out
She looks like a whale.
The floor shakes when she walks.
In P.E., she changes in the privacy of a bathroom
She will never be beautiful.

I have been stamped.
When I look in the mirror, all I see is an elephant in front of me.
Even though I feel hunger gnawing at my insides, I can’t stop.
From now on, the skeleton life is for me.
I only want to be loved again.

How could they stamp us,
Without even taking a step in our shoes?
They have never stopped and wondered about our stories.
They will never feel the wounds their words left!
We carry everything on our shoulders.
How much longer until we collapse?
How much longer until you are stamped?
How much better would it be to just be accepted!
Remember they see your stamps just fine, even though, they are blind.