The ballad of the last black girl in school

The last one standing Would usually be a victory But in this black girls story It was the opposite For her this was a loss Being the only black girl in the school And for this She felt it deeply Knowing for the next few years She would be lonely Most of the other black parents Wanted their children To escape from this schools racism Some of them along with their parents were forced to leave and go back to their home country She felt like she was drowning Trapped in a sea of white faces Knowing the next few years would be exhausting Knowing she would have no one to talk to Not knowing if she would make it She was now an easier target Of their cruelty Of their laughter She had now become an outcast They had made her feel Unwanted Worthless Like she was a burden They taunted The tormented They teased They pushed her buttons Anf if she dared to speak back She'd be labelled As the 'angry black girl" She didn't have the privilege To speak She wondered If being invisible Would give her freedom This wasn't about her being able to hide This was about her wanting to commit suicide