You Cant Change

• Lottie Williams, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2013

Every day I walk the steps to my school, slowly and steadily,
Hoping that any minute now I will wake up,
Wake up from this stupid dream.
As I get to the front gate I hear laughing,
I see pointing and I see staring,
I try to keep my head down hoping the pain will go away.
All I see is my ripped old sneakers, all day,
Nothing else except the pointing and staring,
But I try to ignore it all,
I wish I was still an infant,
No one would judge me,
They wouldn’t know how.
But I’m not an infant, I’m an adolescent,
People judge and nothing will stop them.
But I know I can’t change and neither can they.