Bethany Ramirez

The others, they'd laugh, they'd snicker. Choosing teams, they'd say, "Don't pick her." Turning red, embarrassed, I stood. I envied them and that's not good. I watched from afar, wished to play. "You're too weird," they always did say. "Become my friend," but no one would. I envied them and that's not good. New clothes, new shoes, they'd always wear. I felt jealousy, so unfair! To have their stuff, I wished I could. I envied them and that's not good. Seriously, words really hurt. Please, oh please, don't ever speak dirt. I highly disliked my childhood. I envied them and that's not good. -bcr