welcome to high school

When you ask how school was today, 

I shake my head,

I rush to bed,

I lie with blankets over my head,

I cannot even begin to tell you the things they said,

 

I got bumped in the hallway,

By a 6ft tall kid who called me a nigga and ran the other way,

do you have time to listen,

I want to tell you everything,

 

Soon I have to apply for college,

then I have to get a job,

I got all this hanging over my head,

things could be worst like being locked in a shed,

 

homework and notebooks,

cafeteria food from the awful cooks,

kids worrying about their looks,

never knowing how many kids around you are crooks,

 

welcome to high school,

where you have to follow every single rule,

where people make you look like a fool so they feel cool,

welcome to high school where life can be the most cruel.

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Me
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My country
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