I sit at the back of the classroom
Covering my ears as the laughter booms
Foreigner, tomboy, mental, cow pat,
I can’t help you see like that
Stuck in the library corner
Nose in a book and clothes of a mourner
“Only seven more years” I say
Then realise all that’s passed is a day
Bustling vibrating corridors
Moving against me like heavy set doors
One wrong move and I fall
And all I hear is cackling, chasing me down the hall
Crying at night getting ready for tomorrow
Keeping them down all my whims and sorrows
Head bent down and humming my song
I ask “what could I have possibly done so wrong?”
All you do is tease and poke
So how can I laugh when I’m the joke.
~Joke, by Anonymous
You Will Rise Project 