Voices

I remember kindergarten all the way to sixth grade

Whips on my body, bullied at a young age

Spit on, kicked on, labeled Special Ed

All because I cared about a person that I called my friend

“No one really likes you, your skin is too pale

Your body really stinks, your dad’s in jail

I’m glad he got deported, he never really loved you

Pushed you to the side, besides, who would love you”

“Go kill yourself, I’m happy you’ll be gone”

“You thought you could be big, but you will stay small”

“You’re just a big baby, go back and crawl”

“To your only mother who just wants to solve it all”