Here in America, in every single state, they have a set of standards for every subject
A collection of lessons that the teacher's required to teach by the end of the term
But the greatest lessons you'll ever teach us will not come from your syllabus
The greatest lessons you will ever teach us, you will not even remember
You never told us what we weren't allowed to say
We just learned how to hold our tongues
Now somewhere in America, there is a child holding a copy of "Catcher in the Rye" and there is a child holding a gun
But only one of these things have been banned by their state government
And it's not the one that can rip through flesh
It's the one that says **** you" on more pages than one
Because we must control what the people say, and how they think
And if they want to become the overseer of their own selves, then we'll show them a real one
And somewhere in America, there's a child sitting at his mother's computer, reading the homepage of the KKK's website, and that's open to the public
But that child will never have read "To **** a Mockingbird" because the school has banned it for it's use of the "N" word
Maya Angelou is prohibited because we're not allowed to talk about **** in school
We were taught that 'just because something happens, doesn't mean you are to talk about it'
They built us brand new shopping malls so that we'll forget where we're really standing
On the bones of the Hispanics, on the bones of the slaves, on the bones of the Native Americans, on the bones of those who fought just to speak!
Transcontinental Railroad to Japanese Internment Camps
There are things missing from our history books
But we were taught that it is better to be silent, than to make them uncomfortable
Somewhere in America, private school girls search for hours through boutiques, trying to find the prom dress of their dreams
While kids on the south side spending hours searching through the 'lost and found' 'cause winter's coming soon and that's the only jacket they have
Kids are late to class for working the midnight shift
They give awards for best attendance, but not for keeping your family off the streets
These kids will call your music ghetto, they will tell you you don’t talk right
Then they’ll get in the backseat of a car with all their friends singing ‘ bout how “They’re ‘bout that life” and “we can’t stop”
Somewhere in America, schools are promoting self confidence
While they whip out their scales and shout out your body fat percentage in class
While heftier girls are hiding away, and the slim fit beauties can’t help but giggle with pride
The preppy kids go thrift shopping ‘cause they think it sounds real fun
But we don’t ‘cause that’s all we got money for
‘Cause momma works for the city, momma only gets paid once a month
Somewhere in America, a girl is getting felt up by a grown man on the subway
She’s still in her school uniform and that’s part of the appeal
It’s hard to run in knee socks and Mary Jane’s, and all her male teachers know it too
Coaches cover up the star players ****** freshmen after the dance
Women are killed for rejecting dates, but God forbid I bring my girlfriend to prom
Girls black out drunk at the after party, take a picture before her wounds wake her
How many pimples your sanity worth? What’s a 4.0 to a cold jury?
What’d you learn in class today?
Don’t walk fast, don’t speak loud, keep your hands to yourself, keep your head down
Keep your eyes on your own paper, if you don’t know the answer, fill in “C”
Always wear earbuds when you ride the bus alone
If you feel like someone’s following you, pretend you’re on the phone
A teacher never fails, only you do
Every state in America, the greatest lessons, are the ones you don’t remember learning
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 1:34 PM UTC
Weeks past, I overlooked
A pass you made on the overpass;
Now it comes to pass you touch
my *** under the underpass,
and under my underpants.
These things
These things come
These things come in
These things come in threes.
Now
Harder than a Portuguese defibrillator
to rhyme
Harder than Chinese algebra later
than bed time
So hard it’s long, no longer
“Well hung” and you are coming
atop my tongue.
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 1:30 PM UTC
TEARS they role down your face
like a sweet and sour bag of EMOTIONS
the WORDS taste so bitter on the tip of your tongue waiting to come out
but never do
EMOTIONS roll on and off through your body
as a old machine trying to work
it's engine
Your HEAD spinning round and round like the earth
rotating around the sun
It's BANGING, THUMPING, STOMPING
on your skull
HANDS they shake they catch the tears that fall
they wipe them away
they hold you until
It's Over
but the FEELINGS still stay
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 8:06 PM UTC
people ask me why
it's a crime
being bi
no it's not
you simply ask why
well there is no "WHY"
there's only LOVE
whether it come from a
MALE
or a
FEMALE
it's all about love
being bi isn't a crime
just like being gay isn't a sin
it's all about what you see
being you isn't wrong
loving people isn't either
why should people have to hide
because of fear of you people
you may read this and think who
well im talking to you
yes you
the one who hates people like me
or people thats gay
we dont fall under control
from the big man on the stool
or the one under a spell
like the when the bully comes at the ring of the bell
or the ones who laugh
the ones who whisper
it's simply the ones
who seem to dis her
I don't sway or wear shorts
im not tomboy or a ****
im a human
a person
and i am me
you can't label a human
you can't tame a wild animal
so you see
being "BI" isn't wrong
because being
"BI"
ISN'T A CRIME
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 6:00 PM UTC