A Dream Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

I hopped off the school bus-
the trip I wasn't gonna like.
And every god damned school kid,
riding, on their bike.
Around the lake,
built away round,
I sit by a man,
who points to my sister and says;
'Is it the fat one with the tan? '
Suddenly I thought this man,
dressed proper, acting cool,
was arrogant and ignorant-
but he walked me around the tarn.
Approaching a valley damn,
small enough for two,
he pushed me down,
but now he's black,
pushing, with his hands.
I don't know-
know not I don't,
about the actions there,
Just I asked two school-friends what,
had happened when I was there.
They pointed, laughing uncontrollably,
their voices in the air,
they said, 'Hey look over there'-
'your ovaries are on the wall! '.
I said 'NO! ' screamed no, I screamed,
'It's a baby on the wall! '
So they looked at me with despair,
but I can't help what he has done,
just as much as they don't care.