Tales of a frozen lullaby
Stereotypes.
It happens on every playground,
In every highschool,
Nerds.Emos.Chavs.Jocks.
You go there,
You go there,
And you go there.
You are a nerd.
You must be smart,
And always play video games,
You must wear think lense glasses,
Have buck teeth,
And revise constantly.
You're emo.
Clenched fists, and cut up wrists.
Black clothes and black hair,
Never happy constant depression.
"Go cut emo kid,
'Coz' no-one likes you."
You're a chav.
"Innit bruv."
Its like your own little language,
Hanging around in gangs,
Trousers around your ankles,
Walking around differently,
In all of your hoodies,
And all of your trackies.
You're a jock.
Sports constantly.
Hardman,
Only sports.
Nothing else matters.
But there are always the rivalrys.
Chavs and emos.
Nerds and jocks.
So, maybe,
Just once,
The emo would smile,
If the chav would just back off.
And the nerd would come outside,
If the jock just stopped bullying.
But then again,
If we never had stereotypes,
No-one would be hated,
Just because of what someone else thought.
I wrote ths]i for my slam poetry in english.
What do you think?
Jack Skellz
