It was my first year in school
and I was already detested.
Some guys whacked from behind
while the others persisted.

I lived a heck of a life
while my feet trembled.
I was trying to catch up despite
the colour I resembled.

I learnt to call a place home
that was never my own.
Hated, outcast and averted
I lived my days of unknown.

I cultivated mutiny and
illicit was shaping in me.
Wicked routes were opening up
for the new rebellion-to-be.