Cheer for the football players You know the ones... That throw the football around the halls Hitting the new girl in the head They strut and make you late to class Cheer for the cheerleaders The ones that don't eat And go to tanning beds And are so mean to other girls They run crying to the bathroom Overlook the band Overlook the choir and the orhestra Don't give them recognition to their talent Overlook the drama students Overlook the hours all of these people That have spent more time and money and effort And blood and sweat and tears Then the struting jock will ever know
Reason for writing:
I know not all high schools are like this but the one I go to. All the cheerleaders and the jocks are picked my popularity. The district hardly funds any activites besides sports. It's a bummer. It's wasted talent.
Birth sign: Libra
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