A BUCKET OF SORROW
Suzanne Yong, Grade 9
The weather was bleak, or was it just me?
Trying, toiling- I want to be free
Inordinately imprisoned; unfairly judged
A feral subterfuge to pullulate a grudge
Compelled to acquiesce, oh please grant me an advocate
My life beyond tragic, who wouldn’t rather suffocate?
It was esoteric, not a teacher to savvy
My pain inconspicuous, inconspicuous yet heavy
This loathsome cement to the class- reducing me to less than picayune
Jubilant no longer in my vocabulary, in my heart gone is the tune
Occlude me from the world, I pray, I plead
For you stifle my happiness and bitter is my creed
I hanker concession or even a mere simper
Appetences for acceptance, what is the relentless hinder?
All I get is lewd words or a staid reply
What can stir change? Away, just let me fly…