A new state, town, and school
I already know this is not going to be cool
I am starting to get picked on
I just wish these kids would leave me alone
I am scared, frightened, and nervous
What do I do? What do I do
Tears start to flow heavily
My mother tells me they pick on me out of jealousy
I am new here and they already hate me
They say I am as dumb as a tree
I try to run and hide to get away
I just pray for a better day
There is this boy named Hate
He is fuel to the fire
My mother taught me to never hate
But I hate, Hate
His jokes are not funny
He is cruel and obnoxious
The teacher assigned him to me
“Oh how fun this should be”
He argues with the teacher that he does not want to
This is a project that I do not want to pursue
What do I do? What do I do
He came over to my house
We talked all through the night
He told me I was the opposite of everything he had said
He told me he always liked me
Around him
I could be me
I could be normal
I could be free
He was a different person from the beginning
It has been a year
And Hate and I have been close
He’s my future, He is all I want
It was our teacher who gave us the chance to work together
And now we are together forever
My name is Love and I fell in love with Hate
Lashonda G. (2012)
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