STOLEN
we each painted a picture
yours looked just like mine
stolen from my sketchbook
all the same, even the
lines
the only difference was
a little change in hue
they gave you a little star
it wasn’t fair for me to
lose!
they gave us a little
project
you didn’t do the work
I spent hours doing
research
my brain started to hurt.
but then along you came
you took the paper from my
hands
you didn’t even move a
muscle
and the teacher called you
grand.
you wore the clothes I wore
and they said that you
looked great
when I wore the clothes I
wore
all they said was hate.
you say the things I say
they call you such nice
things
but when I say the things I
say
I’m not even a human being.
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