In middle school, food was a huge thing.
Eating lemons in darkness was no shudder.
They tasted like oranges or tangerines
For my stomach was empty and growling.
I cried streams, but it never helped.
It only made my eyes red by the day
And my tired eyes slept better by the night.
To suppress hunger in me, I coiled like a worm.
Food, clothing, shoes and money I had
Were for those older girls
For I was like in a penitentiary.
I had no voice to shout out no to them
For they could deal with me accordingly
Them bullies, of the worst kind.
End of my first high school year,
They poured cold water in my bed
As a way of initiating me to the next class
And they put a giant grasshopper
Between my sheets to make me scream and jump
From the top bed and break my leg.
How much nastier did they want to be!
Why emulate the worst, if they had had their share!
Food, clothing, shoes and money I had
Were for those older girls
For I was like in a penitentiary.
I had no voice to shout out no to them
For they could deal with me accordingly
Them bullies, of the worst kind.