This is from a play I worked on. In this scene...
KALE, a bully, shares a very personal poem with his class.
“When people look at Kale,
They think, ‘Epic fail,’
Or, ‘That kid’s goin’ to jail.’
When people look at Kale,
They think, ‘His ship has sailed,’
Or, ‘How much to post his bail?’
Well, people who look at Kale
Need to study their Braille
They’re blind, ’cause that kid is frail
His hands are shaking, his fists are pale
He wishes his future were more clear
That he never had to look through tears
That he’d control his temper, control his fears
That he’d never wonder if he even had a next year?
But this life is all he knows
His rage, his pain: it shows
Tough luck. That’s how it goes
For some people, it drizzles
For others, it snows
That epic fail?
Who’s goin’ to jail?
He never got his chance to live.
And that’s a shame, because
That kid’s got so much more to give.”