To you in the back of the room
Who accepted insults
Like insulin
To a diabetic
A pair of headphones
Silences taunting voices
Sitting in the last row
Watching as cliques
Try to ostracize you
For not converting
To their ideologies
The lyrics to some rap song
Playing on repeat
Became a sound of solace
You just want to paint
the boring lecture hall
With true colors
Rather than the epidemic
Of superficiality
That voice in your head
Is no longer eminem
No now it’s you
Taking off the camouflage
Of silence
And screaming
‘till stupidity goes
Deaf
Comments
i love how the outcast stands
i love how the outcast stands up in the end when he's looked down on in the beginning. bravo!
Paul
As stated in our conversation last night - I can't fairly critique this one, as it hits way too close to home. However, as I mentioned, I do like the energy and flow which grabs the reader, and carries it through to the end. Good, solid closing - and you've stepped away from the cliches!
Fucking brilliant
I love that you are getting so more raw.
Even rawer would be more to my taste.
"Tellem fuckem, nah fuckem, tellem nothing" Jess
suggestions I've already made to you. Especially
Try to ostracize you
ostracize you
The lyrics to some rap song
lyrics to rap songs
first, gotta agree
with some previous comments- this is a great piece.
however, dound the title a little cliche- maybe incorporating from the first S-
'back row insults', or 'insulting the back row'?
change or not, keep thse comin'