Jocks Don'T Have Souls Poem by Nikki Anique

You disgust me.
Your sick, selconsumed minds cause me to feel nausiated to the very depths of my soul.
The names you call us that should pass me by,
they pierce my skin and damage my heart.

You disgust me.
Your vicious smiles and your burning eyes make my drown in pain.
The way that you treat us with disrespect and hatred in your words
make me afraid to speak out, to speak up.

You disgust me.
You,
Disgust,
Me.