It’s not just the emos with their razors.
It’s the middle school kids
At the top of the bleachers
Playing that stupid game Bloody Knuckles.
Asking the kids around for anything hard or sharp;
One brought in a rock;
One uses the brick wall,
Bloodies the spot below the school mascot.
The soon-to-be drug addicts,
And everyone knows it.
It’s the kids in the hallway
That teachers warn about.
Not the kids themselves,
But the trend—
Hand sanitizer and an eraser:
Burns and tears up the skin.
They think they’re cool,
The same ones that played Bloody Knuckles that morning.
The girl in class proudly tells the teacher
That someone asked her for hand sanitizer
And she refused them.
It’s the Ice Cube Challenge
That took the world by storm.
Some still bear the scars
Of ice and salt,
The same things
That tend to lead emos to the knife.
Susceptible to peer pressure.
The ones playing Bloody Knuckles on the bleachers
That didn’t turn to drugs.
And what is an emo, exactly?
A feminine male, taking a razor to his wrist?
That’s what they say it is,
The kids on the bleachers.
I think the emos
And the kids in the hallway,
Or on the bleachers,
Or on YouTube filming a challenge,
They all take to the pain by choice,
Among them has a reason?
Who’s to say that the kids on the bleachers
Have as much of a reason as the “emos,”
But friends to join in?
Is that what makes the difference?