Unwanted
It's my first day
of school,
I feel I'm unwanted.
I walk up the stairs
of stone,
but this is not
my own.
The white faces
stare at me,
I know what their
thinking.
They point when
they see me walk,
And laugh when I
talk.
It's my first day
of school,
I feel I'm unwanted.
Today at lunch I
sat all alone,
just me next to
stone.
I will never forget
those first days of school,
and how I shook
and tried to make
myself look
cool.
By Karen M. 5HH
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