The bad kids
Are the ones
Like me
The ones who
End up in therapy
The ones who
Dyed their hair
The ones with
No daddy
The bad kids
Don't come from
Money.
They have no
Social standing.
They skateboard,
Or they smoked
A cigarette but
These things are
Decided before we
Do anything at all.
They are
Decided by
The parents of
The good kids
No matter how
Many cigarettes
They smoke or
Cars they crash
They are good
Because they
Wear the right jeans
Even when they
Pulled those jeans
Down to rape my
Sister they were
The good kids
And we were the
Bad kids
Because our parents
Didn't have the
Fancy house with
The finished basement
Perfect for committing
Crimes
The good kids
Laughed at her
Body. They
Traded her
Picture like
A baseball
Card,
The good kids
With their
New cars they
Could use to drive
Away from us bad kids
With our lemon sucking
Lack of lawyers,
The good kids have
No right to be called
Good and we have no
Right to the word bad
Because that is forgetting
What those words mean
And the math
Cassie
The math
Doesn't add up.
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The Weightless One
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