Seventh Silhouette

Your life is a tiger,
That stalks all it’s prey.
My life is a mouse,
That is running away.
I cannot have long hair,
If I go to church.
Because I’m a boy,
It just makes it worse.
They call me a faggot,
I call you a whore.
They hit me with notebooks,
I run through the door.
The teachers may hate me,
Some teachers may not.
It seems that this poem,
Is all that I’ve got.
I’d tell my mother,
School is just hell.
She told me to be strong,
I have,
That went well.
Yeah right,
It was stupid.
They beat to the ground.
If I’d made any noise,
Any sound,
They’d cut out my throat.

I can’t wear too much black
If I wanted to be safe
They slap a metal bat
Right across my back.
For girls,
It’s just easier.
They’re protected law.
Or at least that’s what I’ve heard,
And saw.
They may get yelled at,
Some get pushed,
But I don’t see them bruised,
Hit, or crushed.

You have such animosity,
Why so?
I'd like to fight back,
But I have to let go.
Each day brings me closer,
And closer to death.
Please let the light in,
I'm almost out of breath.

My life is a shadow,
That’s stuck on the wall.
Pasted to the floor,
I’m forced to crawl.