As they looked me up and down
I returned gesture with frown
Alison with straight white hair
Blunt cropped fringe; cool dark stare
Smirk disturbed; agitated
Cooled my blood; swiftly hated.
Mixed raced siblings, swollen tummy
Bulging eyes; one a dummy
Blonde tight curls, so appealing
Both with postures unrevealing.
Romi natural only child
Unattractive, dark hair wild
Stared at me with passive awe
My dislike, hard to ignore
I was the oldest, felt quite bitter
To be burdened with this litter
Of waifs and strays beneath my class
Supping from cracked cut-glass
Pledged to isolate from this
Close my door in silent bliss
Yet this was vetoed from the start
Compelled to take an active part
In a role I was misplaced
Believed to be in poor taste
But my choices now curtailed
Realisation I had failed
In living life as others did
I, another unwanted kid.
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