Student

After school a fight breaks out. All the children laugh and shout.

Kids get hurt, their hands were shaking. I hold scared of bones breaking.

She told me she felt the same way, for the reason I didn't stay.

Watching violence on television; watching violence on school grounds,

I don't make any safe decisions, I just move when I'm found.

It hurt being alive that age, it felt like going insane.

She told me she felt the same, but I escaped and didn't stay.

I took her feelings and my world crumbled.

Living in a place where people pour their lives through funnels.

I fell fists first most all those days.

I died to live like they were made.

Everyone trained to hate.

Eight, Thirteen, Seventeen, and trained for sealed fate.

Graduate and straight to work from nine to five.

All because of the feeling to stay alive.

We shared the same schoolyard, we both said school was hard.

Got good grades, got hazed, cool kids got blazed.

Everyone my age had no fun those days.

She told me she felt the same, but I left and never stayed.

Tears of children filled the halls,

Hiding between classes in bathroom stalls.

Today she looks the same, survived what was thought to keep us safe.

Now who's to blame? The parents should feel ashamed.

Good teachers go to waste, and some work by mistake.

Hard-working families try carefully to raise their own,

And some don't care if they die young.

Beauty of life is captivated. The horrors of death are liberated.

She told me she felt the same, but I escaped and didn't stay.

The wisdom of a friend had gone to perish. His peers scolded him from accomplishment.

Knowledge is no longer valued, children are a burden is now viewed.

The schoolyard was a battleground, we were promised that we'd be sound.

She told me she felt the same, but I played and felt ashamed.