it hurt

When you told me I was ugly.  When I was a child, it hurt a lot.  When you called me crooked face, it hurt a lot.  When you would ridicule me just because it was fun it hurt.  When people laugh it is not fun being the joke.  When you mocked me because of where I lived it showed your ignorance and racist tendencies.  When girls mocked me for sitting next to them or told their friends that they pitied them that they had to sit next to me on the bus or in school it shows how vile girls can be at Christian Schools.

ps. i wrote most of this over a month ago...