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Welcome to our world…
Hallways swarm with the nasty stench of gossip.
7:30 and girls are stuck to their reflections, applying gloss to the lip.
The weight room is groaning; weary of guys straining their tired weights.
Boys are huffing and puffing, throwing up signs, talkin’ some “Let haters hate.”
Let’s take it a step further.
Dig deep into the world way under.
Parents don’t pay us no attention.
Telling us we deserve that detention.
We go off on a whirl wind.
Falling off the edge, we struggle to define who we are within.
Materialistic chicks feigning skinny, spitting fabricated lies.
“I rocks Gucci!”
“Chanel covers my pretty, blue eyes!”
Boys thinking they men,
Sagging jeans like they rep the pen
Kids come to school, sure
But apparently, we don’t carry bookbags no more.
Instead we arrive shining like stars from head to toe
But where are our pencils?
Where did our homework go?
Snotty attitudes, we cuss teachers out like everyday.
They don’t understand our heartbreak, and for this they shall pay.
Say what? You don’t agree?
Just take a look into the cafeteria and you’ll see.
We’re tough and hard and quite frankly, we don’t give a … I can’t say that word.
The truth is there, live and wild, but our vision is blurred.
High School. Take a breath and repeat it.
Feel the weight of it on your tongue, swallow, and eat it.
Taste its bitter taste.
Stroke its harsh face.
Smell it pungent fragrance.
Watch its ungraceful dance.
This is the world we live in day in, day out,
Without a pout.
We hold our heads high and violently we shout.
High schoolers, nah. Soldiers we are.
Riding on the top of that shiny cop car.