Those girls at school used to point at me and stare,
Giggling to themselves they would make fun of my hair,
There was nothing wrong with it but still they would call me names,
Just like when they called me fat because to them it was fun and games,
They pushed me so far over the edge one time i thought i was going to jump,
I knew it was never going to stop and they'd say i bet she lives in a dump,
Pushing me against the lockers spitting at me on the floor,
It was all to much i couldn't take it anymore,
One of my favourite teacher's eventually found out,
One morning she saw them corner me and one of their names they heard her shout,
Off they ran to class while she came to check on me,
My teacher asked how many there were and i said that there were three,
From then on in she would always stick to me like glue,
Those girls couldn't lay a finger on me they wouldn't even say boo.
BY A.L.FORDHAM
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