Apparently I’m a nerd. Apparently I’m a lame. And personally, I feel like my school is backwards. The popular clique are suppose to be the pretty girls. But honestly, their all ratchet hoes. The lames are beautiful girls. I know for a fact my looks surpass the girls who tried to target me this week over a simply status that wasn’t even meant to attack them. As hardheaded females they only read the parts that they felt were an attack. When in reality, I don’t even like problems. I’m friendly, I’m nice, why would I want to fight? But of course, those girls confronted me. And honestly I’m happy I’m a lame. I’m happy to be one of the nerds. I’m happy to be pretty, loved, and intelligent. If only those birds could say the same…
This is for you; for knowing who you are. For not letting your magic outside of your heart.
Cops? This generation’s Ku Klux Klan.
Who better to protect and serve in Amerikkka?
My problem is that I’m part of the percentage.
A percentage of black teens referred to as niggas.
A percentage of young, pretty girls referred to as bitches.
A percentage of teens who are actually focused but will have a much harder time achieving anything because of my skin color.
Maybe if I were light skinned, with curly hair because they go easier on black kids who look more like them.
The lighter the skin, the less of a threat.