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Baby boy, I can’t even contemplate what you’re going through, and when you go out those doors I always worry about you, but hey, I know I raised you with morals and values...
THE STORM IS COMINGLISTEN TO THE QUIET,THE STORM IS ABOUT TO COMELOOKING OUT THE WINDOW UP INTO THE SKYTHE DARKNESS HYPNOTIZES ME, WHILE WONDERINGWHY THE CLOUDS ARE ABOUT TO OPEN AND LET OUT AHORRIFYING CRY.THE WIND BLOWING HARD, THE STREET SEEMS
All summer 17 like we living in hell.Bodies after bodies either dead or in jail.Hashtag after hashtag LONG LIVE OR RIP. but it seems we only living for a repeat.Same situation different person,
The hot sun is constantly shining, creating burns worse than fire Always being put to work, we were more than tired Whips tearing the skin from backs
Listen to my words. Listen to my struggle.
We are all born to sin we all do by age ten we done lied and even stolen too by age fifteen for most kids have seen things that weren't meant to be seen and those sights cannot be rid
You can put pipes to a crack rock.
ALL SHE WANTED WAS AN ICY
I am empty.
Sitting. Waiting. Wishing. Hoping that life will spare me today. So impatient, anticipating the change of atmosphere, but there is none. Negativity surrounds me; four concrete walls of hostility slowly closing in.
why help myself,
Today Oh there is so much violence Day to Day, no one is safe
Restless and weary I make my way. Only to sit for hours on end hearing the same nothings
You see the discrimination.You see all the hurting eyes and the crying faces.You just stand there as they suffer. And I, a third party, am just as guilty. Insults sting like gunshots to the legs,and she takes the blows. Words hold no power.The gun
Life, life goes on. It goes on. A bus full of light, and im not on board. It continues to march forward in an illuminescant path, but i cant seem to find my way. Am i trapped or am i stuck? Why cant i approach this light?
See you only see him The one on the ground But what about me? I dont even have that to stand on. His life is frightening at pieces
Do your do now, sit down, don't talk, be the perfect student they see. But in my mind all I want to do is scream! Teachers feel they have so much superior over me. Telling me what to say. Where to go.
They bullied him because he was different Stating that he isn’t full grown Because he likes science while they play sport They never treated him like one of their own The teachers don’t notice a thing
Kids may say I'm uglyKids may say I'm dumbKids may say I'm weirdSticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt meThat I'm fatThat I've pimples all over my faceThat I've got butter-teeth
It's happened to you it's happened to me By word of mouth Or physically It's an eight letter word No body likes That word is bullying And it needs to cease to exist
You teach your numbers, you read your words You reiterate when nothing is heard, A tender intimacy fills the room as you stroll with modesty A charming chuckle exits your mouth as you fault, as you fault, as you fault
Why do people bully so much. why did they put people down. why do they want us to suffer as much as they did. I think bullying should be stopped. you will never know who will get popped.
Keep your head up in the halls It's only a hop, skip and jump away Ignore the people and what they say Stay away from those bathroom stalls You're here safe and sound Crack open your book
At first it started Something like a joke or a game but I soon found out that the true winner was brought to shame for the first few seconds everything was cool
You call me fat , you try to demean my character .., why do you follow me home ... When all you do is laugh..... if you feel so much dislike for me. Take a step back and ...
Every minute of my fifteen years on earth has been spent examining the various colors around me The chestnut trees that stretch their tired branches shed a great deal of vibrant green offspring