Hey y'alls! At school we are having a poem contest on discrimination, and how it's wrong to discriminate. This is the poem I submitted, so cross your fingers and hope for me!

Different

Sitting in the back of the room,

The new kid.

He has his head hung low,

Back hunched,

As if ashamed of his existence.

He should be.

Doesn’t he realize he’s different?

Doesn’t he realize that no one wants him here?

Doesn’t he understand the looks the other kids give him?

Doesn’t he know why he’s never called on?

And so-

I hate him.

I hate his hunched back.

I hate his sorrowful eyes.

I hate his deep brown skin.

Because my friends do.

Because my parents do.

And what I hate most of all

Is that I don’t even know his name.