I stare out of the window
whispering to the lonely midnight
It was my 8th grade year
When I died,Not on the outside but the inside
Because I was called a Nerd,Dork
Push down,Dragged down
I had no intimate becasue,
Verballizing with me was,
Like entering into a Target Zone.
I was not the only one,
who got offended periodically
Hundreds,Thousand and Millions of us
are served similarly,All around the universe,
We all spoke the same dialect
"We all bleed the same blood"
"We all have a heart"
"We all are human"
"So, why are we treated variously?"
"Stop being imperious"