They dress knowing how we'll react
Yet when we do so we're attacked
They entice all and accept few
Most advancing are bid adieu
Some good luck, ohters have ill
All contolled by some fickle will
With all of these beauties to see
Self-hate just limits misery
-September 16, 2003
My school now holds a dance. Oh joy!
Come in couples, one girl, one boy
Come and have fun, DJ employ
You will come if you're not coy
My school thinks that it's so great
Everyone there will have a date
They cannot se the pain and hate
Until there's more and it's too late
Isolatoin, pain, hate, and fear
And no voice because no one's near
-September 17
Suppose you were a fool
And brains were not your tool
If classes turned bad
And parents were sad
You'd get a tutor from the school
Suppose you could not walk
So you sit on a block
Wheelchair and late passes
You could miss your classes
But the school'd never talk
Instead now you're a geek
You're treated like some freak
You know that you're hated
Few times have you dated
The school shows its mean streak
For no aid to you
Because you're so few
And you no so well
That you'll suffer hell
Before you'll anything do
-November 4, 2003
Wait until it's you, then you'll see
Culture can be the enemy
A norm or law can force your hand
Make you take actions you can't stand
You think you'll fight when you're alone?
You voice unheard and grief unknown?
Everyone's sure that you're mistook
No one cares about your outlook
When new cuts make old wounds bleed
Spilt blood waters bitterness' seed.
-January 9, 2004
So bold is he
Such energy
Rule with offense
He has no sense
No knives in hands
The tryant stands
Coward reddens
He feels threatened
He knows no choice
Silences our voice
He gave us grades
We drew a blades
Our battle call
Was "Tyrant, fall"
-October 6, 2003
Go on, it's right in front of you
You know we can't fight back
Go and do like you want to do
Continue your attack
You know we are alone to die
So what now gives you pause
You've paid no heed hearing our cry
Are you hurt by applause?
Your filthy knife is in our skin
Our lives rest in your hand(s)
Your sweet majority loves din
So plow down our last stand.
February 10, 2004