Pain

• Taleisha Georges, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2015

People stare as I walk past. Pain.
I feel it deep down in my gut.
I rudely growl through gritted teeth;
"Why do you stare at me? What is it, WHAT?"
Educators try to teach me manners. Pain.
I hold the hatred, keeping it in.
They continue the lesson,
It's a war I know that they will win.
The bell rings. Pain.
"CLASS DISMISSED!"
My regular lunch-time?
Face-meets-fist.
Hello Principal,
we meet again.
Send me home,
THAT is true pain.