look at me look me in the eye
it is hard to get in the front when
you have to go in the side when eveyone thinks
your different even though they
don't even know your name
it is all the same they call you an outcast
cause they don't know what to say
they call out your name cause they
think it's for play in the hallways they
look at you wondering why you
even come to school you tell the i am the king or queen
of this school so get out my way cause here i am
and here i am going to be i'm let that light shine on me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good points here great work... Krista