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
Copyright © Layla Riley-Hill | Year Posted 2025
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