Many years ago
I went to a new school
Was labled as a bastard
I was not cool

As time progressed 
I experienced the worst
My life was a mess
It was more or less cursed

Threatened by a whim
To runaway from home
My light going dim
No place to call my own

Alone in the fight 
Against all odds
I'm only half-white
Struggling to be free of the mob

Being teased and mocked 
Was my daily routine
Pushed and stuffed into lockers
Was a game of special means