Goodbye Racists!
Walking up to the 113 year old school
Our histroy of racism is still in rule
Rebel flags slash through the air
As certain kids shout we don't care
The American flag is forced to hide
As certain kids shout the south will rise
They claim to be proud of this heritage
They tell us to learn our history again
Walking down the halls covered in dark skin
The other kids stare because dark isn't in
We try to give our opinion on the flag
But they push us all the way down to the back
Only one or two teachers help speak the truth
Only 30 plus teachers say I don't know what to do
We comtinue our fight for what is right
All the way down to graduation night
I wave bye to the racists
Goodbye to their repulsive faces
I walk away with a grin
I hope to never see them again
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