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Broke and Jealous

These people-

Dumb *** teens-

Can get the ****

Away from me.

Gossip and hormones,

STD's,

These kids

Will be the death of me.

They laugh at the weak

And worship the rich.

They don't have a job,

But they get what they wish.

Designer purses, and wallets and shoes.

Buckle jeans, skinny and lean,

'Cause they can afford healthy foods.

"My car has a scratch, daddy.

Buy a new one."

While I'm 17 years old,

Working a part time job,

Walking to school.

With pants 3 sizes to big,

Because I can't afford food,

So I don't eat at all.

I have bills to help pay,

Because my parents are broke.

And the only fun I get,

Is when I can smoke,

And when I get pills,

And when I can work.

I hate this ****

It's so annoying,

Explaining why my mommy,

Can't afford me a ride..

Can't afford me a home,

Or a haircut,

Or glasses.

I walk home from school blind,

But I can't see their *****

Driving by.

With all the expensive luxuries..

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alexis
30 / F / English
Published
Mar 15, 2010
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