First Impressions
Dear First Impressions,
I didn’t know
That the bully in the hall
Wore his anger in his fist
From a mother who doesn’t exist
From a father who broke his wrist
I didn’t know
That the girl so put together and perfect
Cried in her bed every night
After she tucked her brothers and sisters in bed so tight
Realizing there was no food to feed her appetite
I didn’t know
That the teacher in my class
Who never did anything
Drove four hours every day to visit her only daughter in jail
When the daughter tried to help her mom pay rent, by growing marijuana to sell
I didn’t know
The homeless man on the street
Fought to the tone of gun fire beats
Losing his arms in that song
He had no money, no job, no place to call home
I didn’t know
The neighbor with the pretty yard
Use to work as a lifeguard
Someone drowned on her watch
It seems now she cannot stop hitting the scotch
Now I know
People have their flaws
People have their glory
There are two sides to every story