Poem- Life As A Victim

Alexis Pratt

English 2 – 4^th Block

Mrs. McKoy

9 October, 2013

Life as a Victim

Last night, I wish upon a star

Of why am I in this world so far

Punch after punch, cry after cry

I just keep asking myself and GOD WHY?

They said I look like black charcoal

And my clothes look like they came from the Salvation Army

I wish I had support, but I didn’t have

No friends to wrap their hands around me

WHY ME? Why I’m getting bullied about my dark skin

I thought I was comfortable with the skin I’m in

Skin filed with sadness and fear with dry sand

Humming for cries so bad that I thought I could not stand

On the bus, a person spit gum in my face

What a disgrace

I hide in the bathroom every day and tell myself

I don’t have any style

I knew this bullying is going to torture me for a while.

WHY ME? Why can I be like the other girls?

Pretty and confident to make my skirt twirl

As I curl over and cry wishing this can stop

“Aaahhhhhh” I screamed in the bathroom stall

I wish I haven’t went through this at all

Until I heard somebody whispering in my ear telling me “you’re beautiful”

As I listening, GOD was whispering “don’t cry, I’m here and I’ll be taking care of you!”

I looked in the mirror to look what I see

I try to scrub the dark skin off until I realize that was me

I know that black is beautiful now as I can see

Just like Alicia Keys said “don’t be mad, it’s just a brand new time for me!”