One day at my school,
They treated me like a clown,
When I was just twelve,
And they were plus two years more
than I was, both of them.
We used to eat
Our breakfasts at school
Provided by the government
Served by our shiny class reps
We were all in the sixth grade
When the bullies pinched
my neck, and snatched my
Cabbage and soup, inside the lunch box
And tears dripped off my face,
Wet was the waning face of mine.
Wisdom evoked to my mind,
And dying off my tearful face,
Advising me to yell not ever again,
For my heart to refrain feeling sore,
And realise it’s part of life.
Although my favorite free meal was gone,
And poor I was as a bird with no wings to fly,
As at home pots were as silent voids,
I took a piece of advice from wisdom,
And shaded my face with hope
That I will grow and be able to stand for myself.