You think you’re one of the beautiful people.
Dare to imagine you can be one of us!!
No didn’t, never once
hadn’t contemplated that until you said
and still the answer was no
Not like them. I read books, so it made me odd, stood out
imagination marked me different, the reject in the factory
they commonly called school.
Made to stand in the bin, where rubbish belongs
voice of a cackling medusa like creature
who was purported to be an oracle, of knowledge
how could any child learn kindness
from a teacher who showed only childish cruelty?
Like pulling the legs from an insect to see
how long till it dies
You’d watch your victims, waiting
I could have made you stop I know
but damned if you’d ever see me cry, no matter
what you did, mind or body
words, jeers, slaps, pinches, no tears.
Granted, I could…
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