Moons ago, I felt out of place
A different pony race in an all-pony space
Unicorn, Earth, Pegasus, and Alicorn
But sometimes, no place for a zebra born

Ponies and other creatures give me looks
And I known every look from them by the book
Prejudice is everywhere on this planet
Many suffered from it, and it's wrong, damn it

Had great friends in school
But other students, teachers, and even the principal, treat me like a useless fool
I endured it for as long as I can
But why does everyone see me as an empty dented can?

I don't run from them like a coward
My Pop and Mama knows that I'm overpowered
With much magic, wisdom, and patience within me
But I don't wanna show myself as a demon they'll see

But that one day, my life came crumbling down
My Mama died of cancer, and no pony, except some, and a sound
Of assistance to help me and Pop to the hospital
When we got there, her condition was critical

Mama's last words were, "Be strong"
And her last breath didn't take long
I cried, bawled, wailed, and screamed
I didn't give a damn if it's embarrassing, but it seems

That my anger started to rise
Off from school for a week, as my all my cries have diminished
My hellish days were about finished
In the auditorium, from my Mama's funeral, I came to relinquish

The devils from my dark and abusive past
Fought both teacher and principal to be free at last
Got permission from my Pops
Along with the heroic Manehattan City cops

That are the witnesses of what I must do
I used some of my martial arts on the two heathens
That were weak to my strength like the demon's daughter's semen
Both in excruciating pain hoping they were dreamin'

I finally gotten my revenge on them
Though, I know that my life's still grim
But my Pops and friends are there for me
As for why the cops are there, the order was from Princess Celestia, you see

She offered me to come to Canterlot
And I had a lot in my own thought's
As my Mellow Mood changed, I said
"I'll go", with a clear head

I, a zebracorn, lives with a princess
With a happy and clear mind, to have access
To her library for poetry play
As I write this poem to the future ponies and creatures today

I was in a bad place back then
But I made the through, even with some sins I've made
I have no regrets
As this ends my poem, if those haven't read this one yet.

Author's Note

This is pretty much based on one of my stories I'm working on, "The Zebracorn". Sorry, this took so long to publish, but I hope you like it. Thank you for reading my poetic stories. I hope you've enjoyed them. I'll make more in the future. Poetry Is Magic isn't dead. Until the next poem, Deuce!