Chewing on a hard plastic pen cap and contemplating why I am here.
Am I what they say I am,
The label I have earned?
“defiant” they call me, with their cruel and wicked tongues.
I am not a bad person , for nothing I do is wrong.
I do not hurt people , or make them suffer.
I do not judge them, and take their rights.
They say I am not a “good student”,
But I know I am a good person.
I will not kiss their dirty feet,
Even if it is easier then standing up for what is right.
A cruel bald woman assumes students are not right,
A cruel bald woman knows that “teachers” are.
She will not hear my words, she will not hear truth.
She will remain shrouded in her cloak of lies.
Burning the ground as her dark feet touch.
