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My Name is Not Called

  • Seattle Prep Ignite
  • May 9, 2018
  • 1 min read

I sit in class, my legs crossed.

That is how most of us sit.

Class begins. My teachers ask questions.

Their male voices fill the room.

A question is asked. I have an answer.

Filled with confidence, I raise my hand.

I hear his voice.

My name is not called.

We go to discussion,

I have something to say.

I raise my hand.

My name is not called.

We popcorn read.

Male voices dominate the room.

I raise my hand.

My name is not called.

I raise my hand.

My name is not called.

I raise my hand.

My name is not called.

The clock ticks along.

Each time my hand goes up a little lower.

It still goes up.

My name is not called.

My name is not called.

My name is not called.

Eventually I stop raising my hand.

My name is not called.

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