I made a poetry slam, and I posted it as a different book, but I'll post it here since nobodies read that yet.
Yeah, I'm Canadian. Born in the same country as you, but less than you because I'm different. You bully her, because her backpack is touching yours. Little do you know, her "cheap" backpack cost a months salary. You bully him, because he's trans. Little do you know, his mom beats him for being LGBT. You bully her, because her teeth are crooked. Little do you know she never smiles, cause she's self conscious. You call her a slut. She's asexual. You call him a freak. His face got smashed against a wall. By his father. You call him a gay f-slur, but I'm not gonna say it, because it offends a minority. It offends my friends. My lesbian friends, my trans friends, my gay friends, my pan friends. But Im gonna speak up, cause when you say "that's so gay!" one person is committing suicide because she's LGBT. You just had to point out her hair is greasy. Maybe she doesn't have enough money for shampoo. You had to touch her back, dangerously close to her butt as you walked past, because "it was an accident." You just had to kick them out of their lunch table, because "i couldn't sit there, it's for poor people!" And then you lie. You'll say, "I didn't do anything!" But you'll still make fun of the girl with issues. The boy with a lisp. And you'll call him a "girl" and he'll cry, and his friend will yell at you, but you won't change anything. Because you don't have feelings! But next time you call that person a slut, freak, burnout, poser, fake, dumb homo with no friends, a girl, a boy, a loser, an idiot, fat, should kill them selves, you'll lie, and you'll be alright. Because the teachers love you. The students love you. Everyone loves you. Hey, if I'm "the monster," then what does that make you?
Wrote this for some dumb people at my school.
Stay strong, if you have any issues, please PM me.
Love you all. ❤️
