I am always being teases,
Everyone hates me,
I never seemed to be pleased,
People always called me a he she.
My only friend was Diomind,
We were best friends,
She was the only one I could find,
Who cared we were tight to the end.
Until one day she got shot,
She was one in a billion,
This death took place took place outside her block,
She was worth a million.
On my way to school,
These girls would stop, start and mumble,
I felt like a fool,
Because they saw me tumble.
I decided to stick up to them,
They said they would stop,
They took a turn,
And two of them took a drop.
The others ran over,
And begged for forgiveness,
Then gave me a four leaved clover.
By Lisa Anderson
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