Another day at school and I am ready to retreat
As the bell rings, I grab my things and head on down the street
I stop by a soda shop nearby and get myself a pop
I make my way outside, I see a bench and pop a squat
I look upon a sea of students, Caucasian, dressed real good
I’d sit with them but I don't make friends, though mother says I should
Could take a risk, could make a friend, and mother says to talk to them
A little down the road I see these two girls walk my way
Eyes glued on them and step by step the stares of students say
Look at their skin, they're not the same, we’re white, the better race
If it were up to them they'd wipe them all off the worlds face
but as for me I'm not the same, its true, I don't agree
While other students judge, color has no real weight on me
No really, I don’t care if someones brown, yellow, or black
If someone told my mother that she’d have a heart attack
But as these two girls walk, hoping just to get home safe
They feel the stares and hear the whispers, insecure, at any rate
I cant help but to think maybe the 3 of us can all relate
After all it must be lonely not many friends and so much hate
Well maybe I can change that, bridge the gap, stop them, say hey
But what about my classmates, what would my mother say
Could take a risk, could make a friend, but mother said don't talk to them
About the Creator
Joshua Scott
I write stuff. Love. Peace. Dinosaurs.
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