A Victim of Ignorance

This day starts like any other,
Out of bed, awaken by your mother,
Out the door and on the street.
Walk to school on weary feet.
To the school yard with regret,
Anyone can make a bet
That today, like yesterday,
Will start in the exact same way…

In line talking,
Slowly walking,
On your way to your first class.
People fight,
With all their might,
Trying not to let you pass.
People talking,
Quietly talking,
Pointing in your own direction.
Now they’re glaring,
Pointing, staring,
Yet trying not to risk detection.
You cannot help,
But ask yourself:
Is this what is to be your fate?
Put to death,
By words and breath?
You grab the desk and concentrate.
Tension growing,
Never slowing,
Making thicker the suspense filled air.
Your fingers aching,
Your pride they’re taking,
You can only grimace and PREPARE…

Vicious rumors,
Grow like tumors.
People trying to make you mad.
People jeering,
Pointing, sneering,
Insulting you has become a fad.
Try to ignore,
Look at the floor,
Yet words still reach your tortured ears.
Control is slipping,
Patience dipping,
And yet no halting from your peers.
It’s too late,
To negotiate,
Or say they’re wrong in what they do.
Yet if you had,
Said they were bad,
They would just laugh and continue.
You’re a toy, a game,
Without a name,
From which they get their twisted pleasure.
Will they stop?
Why won’t they stop!?
Your anger not even you can measure.
Emotions churning,
Your heart is burning,
With your feelings they become tough.
You cannot take it!
Not even fake it!!
"ENOUGH!" you cry, "I’ve had ENOUGH!!"
You walk home crying,
And yet still trying,
To see the street through burning tears.
But while you’re walking,
They still are talking,
Their laughter echoes in your ears.

The next day starts like any other-
Out of bed, awaken by your mother-
Out the door and on the street.
Walk to school on weary feet.
To the school yard with regret,
Anyone can make a bet,
That today, like yesterday,
Will start in the exact – same – way……….

This poem is copyright 2002 Machelli, to whom comments may be sent.