I just modified it for a school project...

I remember when you thought it was funny.
You laughed at that word beacause you didn't who it could hurt.
Back then, in 5th grade, I didn't know it either.
Did you ever realize it was wrong?

I remember that in 6th grade, I realized it was wrong.
Now I know, were all wrong.
I was wrong for laughing along with you
Did you ever realize you were wrong?

I remember when, in 7th grade,
you started saying the word like an insult.
It makes me uncomfortable when you use it like an insult.
Did you ever realize how much you were hurting me?

I remember when, in 8th grade,
I realized exactly why that word hurt me so much
I tense, I falter, clench my fists, when you say it. It hurts me when you say it.
Have you still failed to realize that word isn't yours to laugh at?

I remember when I found myself thinking, late at night. So many nights.
I inhale, exhale, close my eyes when you say it. It hate when you say it.
Because of all the times you used that word
Like an insult. Like it was a bad thing to be different... Is it?

And I remember how
I've heard something like this every day,
at least three times a day,
since that first time, in 5th grade.

And I remember that I'm still here.
Same place, same people; it never ends.
This doesn't feel right...
Will it ever?