Ryan's Poem


Why did you make fun of Anatou,

For she was an Inuit, just like you.

Just because her skin was pale and her hair white,

When your skin is dark and your hair black as night.

You rarely made her laugh, but often made her cry.

She usually came home with tears in her eyes.

When her parents died, your actions were no better.

When she wanted to eat, you made her eat with the dogs.

If she was near, you were in a bad mood.

The word that comes to mind is just plain "rude".