Amigo

The new kid at school who just moved here,
Always lonely and sad
Kept on his face not a smear
Of the joy that he once had.

Every day at sunrise
He would put on his black colored shirt
Wearing dark pants to his demise
To the school yet he would convert.

The bell rings for lunch
And all students rush to go
But instead of him joining the bunch
He sits quietly and low.

I realize I’ve fed him loneliness.
Why have I not assisted him?
Am I a part of this coldness?
My mind spun around a basketball rim.

Being a native Spanish speaker
He had trouble communicating.
His heart as empty as a beaker
I must do something‒no more waiting.

I walk up to him to say hi
Offering an invitation to my house.
He responds with no and bye
Bolting away like a mouse.

All students behave the same
Always in their respective groups.
But special Amigos bring fame
Unique and free from the loops.

Walking through the hallway
I pass by a bully.
Noticing his outfit—so cliché
My Amigo is genuinely a smart cookie.