Lisa Marie, 4ft 1, 13 years old her body sculpted like a goddess Skin touched by the sun, Oh if she only knew A beauty in disguised oh how she wish, the skies staring down telling her story Not the one where Barbie is the standard of beauty Or the one where they referred to her as mentally as Ed, Edd and Eddy Its standard where they think control is the key and if she don’t look like them she would never succeed So know the higher ups put algorithms and Systems in place The same system where education is key  yet she learned to hide  from her classmates way before she can read More worried about the teachers than her own literacy She passed the test to fit in but her culture didn’t A target on her back just cuz she looked differently Knowingly she’s treated as a problem way before she can be noticed as a person Ah little longer she tell sheself It won’t be long, as she stood covered From head to toe, for no skin to show “I jus like you”, she whispered but ofc no one heard. I JUS LIKE U!” she screamed Head tilted up, tears behind her eyes Now that caught her classmates eyes No one taught she had it in her For they taught they trampled her D’ way her hands gave path for her words Her body telling  its own story D' way she looked at them not with scorn but with pity She felt sorry for them, Sorry that they were going thru problems just like her And they chose to lash out “ No one never talks about How people does feel on the inside Buh Yet people feel is a crime To ask wah going on, on the other-side To show the silent eyes Of a person who is hidden within their mind Where all the same and colour doesn’t change that” She told the class as this was her last time she would be belittled by them. “I jus like you and yuh jus like me full stop.”