Highschool Poem by donique bobb

Friends, foes
Boyfriends and girlfriends
Getting new clothes
And homework that never ends.

Teachers that seem to hate you
And doesn't want you to suceed.
I know I'll get through
All I need to do is easily breath.

Highschool is filled with silly nicknames
Like thin chin.
It's also filled with football games,
Always wanting to know who will win.

Highschool brings you stress,
Trying to get good grades.
But my mom always says try your best
In all your ways.