May 13, 2010
On the way to school,
Stuck behind a line of cars.
I sit there in silence.
I hear the cars music in front of me.

Thinking nothing of it,
I figure the person is rowdy.
But who am I to say,
Just by the sound of their music.

I sit and wonder to myself
Is the person popular?
Is the person fun?
Is the person like me?

I sit and wonder to myself.
Is this right?
To judge by the music they listen to?
Who am I to judge?

The person turns,
It’s my friend.
But that’s not what I thought.
He is not rowdy.

This is high school.
Rap, rock, country
Divides who we are.
It’s not right.

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