A Students Sonnet

students shakesperian thoughts

Like I don’t know whether to take this serious. Students surround me ensuing alteration, abbreviations, we’re inner city kids so f**k your pronunciation, and id know a different constant drone if I left the city but I’m a minor and don’t empathize cause you can’t, if you were dragged up in the gutter you would have feelings, feelings of exclusion from your fortress. Sub-par rookies in a constant battle against dominance. But then gratitude when we find out the life we have wanted to live was living for us forever wanting to be in our lives once again.