Wake Up

Wake up!

Can u smell it?

Wake up and smell the shit..

Our schools reek. They reek of something wrong....like an overpowering cologne with subtle bullying undertones, that everyone seems to condone. Its suffocating and so strong. And yet .... we wink and sing along to their hateful songs as they sit on their broomsticks and thrones, holding weapons like pom poms, megaphones, and beer bongs. And those who don't belong, are held down and their pain goes unknown. Unnoticed, their self esteems are blown.

And these bullies...yeah you know them.... They are the children of Mr. and Mrs. Jones, that can do no wrong because they belong. They are the school gemstones. Young girls are trying to look grown, like those Hollywood clones with hearts full of foam. Gentle souls are their stepping stones Mrs. Jones needs to postpone plans of silicone and grow a damn backbone. Her daughter needs a chaperon, not a new cell phone.

And Mr. Jones, take care of your own! Get out of the end zone and the Patron. Pay attention to whats going on in your own home. There is a cyclone of hate, greed, and hormones in our schools where evil deeds roam. Its no wonder these kids stay stoned, and are lined up for methadone. All they see in their future is their own tombstones. Their spirits are are tossed and thrown, disrespected with no regard to them shown. Their very being is toyed with like a wishbone. Until they snap....inside themselves all alone. They've been picked on and stepped on until their hope for life is gone.

A line needs to be drawn. These kids need a safe zone. Bullies have turned schools into Hazard Zones. Their words are like weapons spawned from hate strewn all over the school lawn. And its wrong! Look whats really going on....

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Wake up!

Wake up and smell this shit.