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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