A flood gate opens inside

Pent up water flowing through a million miles an hour

pulsing like a tidal wave

crashing against the styrofoam walls

threatening to spill over.

Is it really that hard to forget I’m here?

God, think about what you say for once!

Do you have any idea how terrible I feel when you say,

who is she?

Why am I so damn invisible to you people?

I come to class every day, on time

And you don’t bother to look at me,

not even for a second.

This is the eighth time in three years.

Get it right,

or don’t say a freaking word.


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