Ruby's Day
Every day.
Surrounded by white.
White walls,
white lockers,
white faces.
The marshals grab my arms,
walking me to class.
I see a kid sneering,
snickering,
Calling me shit-skin
I try to ignore him
Every day.
Every day
alone in my classroom
Mrs. Henry calls "Ruby."
My "here" breaks the silence
Parents don't like me
Because I am different.
Because I am black.
But I still come,
because mama says,
"You need education"
Every day.
Every day
I am alone
Maybe one day
Things'll be different
Until then, I sit
here in my classroom
Waiting it out
Every day.
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