Whispered Curiosity Derric Saville March 26, 2004 You dont know me, I have been the tragedy,

the whispered point of curiosity, the taunts and calls, shouts and jeers, cackling fun as my tragedy walked with me into graduation, getting me through, the trying times, of heartache, pain, sorrow, of the loss of self expression and identity, vainly trying to craft, neigh create a newer self, an existence not yet known, from claybank soiled ditches brimming with mediocrity, striving to break out to scream, I really am better than you, who held the stick at my neck, and egged me to fight back, I declare the race be over. I win.