In the lobby of this building,
Every morning, around ten minutes to the 8 o’clock hour,
20 students sit,
As spread out between the chairs,
Benches, and mock-couches as possible.
No one sits next to each other,
No one looks at each other –
Everyone is an outcast.
When the teacher finally emerges
From the mock-greenness that is outside,
As a whole, they rise up to their feet,
And enter the classroom.
Where no one is an outcast
Except the girl with the yellow
And blue hair.