Lydia Henderson

High School - Poem by Lydia Henderson

No matter where you go it's always the same
Kids treat high school like a game
Constant pranks fill up the halls
Students practicing their graphitti on the walls
Grades make no difference to my peers
Those that care considered to be queers
Succeeding in school can be a chore
So many give up thinking it to be a bore

But I must do my best for the future
And try not to end up as a failure
Hold my head up against all the pressure
Gather up all my pride and compossure
Then in the end I will make a big scene
And succeed though I am just sixteen

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 10, 2006

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