yall who i call freind
i will defend
if yall change
ill love yall anyways
the time we sepnd
is like melted wax
dripping on a termite
thats choking on a splinter
we can laugh louder
than small children scream
when their nails are
being pulled from there fingers it seems
but everyday its something
cant i be gay without yall interfering
sure, go tell on me because i look
sure, go tell about your knee that i shook
even when yall turn your backs
throw me to the wolves
im stilll here
being yalls freind, ever so sincere
screw this school, get me kicked out
see how you like class without
me spontaneously
yelling, jumping, and dancing
admit it to yallselves
im great fun to be around
but apparently freindship and fun
isnt enough for you son-of-a-guns
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Startlingly original. It's good hear someone's honest speech in a poem.