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school days!
school days!
learning for the boys
but the girls are just toys
pass them around
and then
just deny it
school days!
school days!
boys can come shirtless
Child Like by Natasha Bartley
When did I realize I wasn’t a kid anymore, you ask?
I have yet to understand the concept.
Of child.
My girls are beautiful
Yes, more beautiful than just what they see in the mirror
My girls are special
The person beside me didn't study but I heard they got a 92 seating looking at my test doesn't even look like I tried my best.
I am young and fierce; I am tall and strong;
To some I am feared, and they say I don't belong;
Yet I have a place on earth, and I have a voice;
Everything i attempted to do, i asked God a question like why do i lose?
is life really a blessing ,what do i do?
Action speak louder then words.... either you contniue to move or lose sight.
Remember that first day of school, where I was so distant?Transparent to what you see, because I was hidden in betweenof that Jock and that Preppy boy that seen to be more important than me.
Shatter the crown
Scatter the pieces
In this world we live in,
Strength is a weakness
Preach, "Chase for your dreams!"
But then curse ambition
Being equal in failure
From day one I've had goals
Goals thought to be immposible even by myself
Some I have acheived
Others i've yet to even percieve
Along with these aspirations I've come along a great deal of stress
Responsibility is just more stress.
Carefree lives replaced with obligations,
As life passes we all look for success.
College is coming up like the stuff that bubbles up
From volcanoes in places I've never been to
Will I like it? Will it be good?
I'm kind of scared.
Is it normal to dread the final day of my high school existence?
Is it normal to be intimidated not excited by my approaching college enrollment?
For twelve years I have focused completely on my goal of a college education.
People Love to see a Black Men Struggling or Hustling on the Streets Where I'm From They Love seeing A Negro Sagging His Pants With Gold Teeth in His Mouth Where I'm Everybody & They Momma Are wanna Be Thugs & Gangsta Thats Why Most People
The student prepares for college
Searching for a school with a perfect fit
The journey has already started
leaving his parents, the boy becomes a man
Click, click goes the mouse on the computer
Transitions are hard
from many schools I am barred.
Money always is a struggle
but at least I stay out of trouble.
I wish I had my first pick
then financing wouldn't make me sick.
My last year, I made it or so I thought
Statistics say college is the only way
But what if I can’t afford it
Scholarships?
I probably won’t get any
I mean I’m smart, but there’s always someone smarter
Going to college is what's important to meDon't worry about anyone elseI'm not worried about anybody elsebecause I only care about meI don't want to be nothing that I know I don't want to be
First day, not so bad
Went to class and went home to tell mom and dad
Weeks went by and things stayed the same
I was starting to feel so empty
I missed high school and my friends
(poems go here) The will of the world seems to tug and pull. The heart and the family plea and beg for you to go to college but no one knows the effort you need to put it together.
I've been at this for more than ten months,
Vying and trying for my chance,
At a little cash to help pay my way,
So my parents can stop this dance.
Here's a slam
to the man
with his hand up in the air
cursing at his teacher stating
"I just don't care!"
Boy, please sit down and listen here
