Read by Dana Wheeler-Nicholson
The boys on the black top
The girls by the bars
I went to the hoops
While the rest just stayed far
I never wore dresses
Or bows in my hair
I never wrote letters
To boyfriends with care
I played all the sports
Made shots like the dudes
While girls sat and whispered
Just to be rude
The boys saw me as cool
I was their friend
Somehow I didn’t know
How it would end
They thought that my name
Was too girly for me
So they thought up a name
That fit perfectly
They thought about Derek
How about Rob?
But before I could answer
Archer said, “Annabob!”
So that was my nickname
From ‘09 and on
Until my identity
was trampled on
I was running the track
towards the end of fifth grade
And that’s when my identity
Began to fade
A boy came up to me
A friend, I could tell
The words struck me hard
“Hi, Anna -- bel.”