Kids

Kids

A Poem by LadyFluff

The Bad Kids

You know us.

We’re those kids.

The kids that aren’t popular, but everyone knows them.

The kids that everyone knows they shouldn’t admire, but still do.

The kids that everyone knows they shouldn’t want to be with, but still do.

The bad kids.

We’re the ones that are in the principal’s office more often than not.

We’re the ones that are arrested too often.

We spray paint the city, light fireworks.

We skip school, go to parties.

Drink our faces off, sleep around, don’t check up afterwards.

That’s us.

You think we’re just bad because we’re bad.

No.

We all have our reasons.

He’s got an alcoholic for a dad.

She’s got a crack addict for a mom.

His dad beats his mother and him bloody every night.

Her mom throws her against the wall every night.

His mom’s boyfriend uses him as a side toy.

Her dad’s girlfriend uses her for drugs.

Behind closed doors we cry.

Beat our pillows, hit the wall until our knuckles are red.

Paint our wrists in red, carve motifs into our thighs.

Let us have our fun the only way we can.

We didn’t grow up like you, spoiled and privileged and safe.

We grew up neglected and deprived and in fear.

We banded together, we became each other’s family.

We made an unspoken pact to live our lives all the wrong ways.

It’s the only way we know how to live.

Don’t judge us for who we are and what we do.

The Good Kids

You know us.

We’re those kids.

The kids that aren’t popular, but everyone knows them.

The kids that everyone knows they should admire, but don’t.

The kids that everyone knows they should want to be with, but don’t.

The good kids.

We’re the ones that are never in trouble.

We’re the ones that get the perfect grades all the time.

We behave and go to school.

We don’t go to parties, we stay at home.

We don’t drink, we don’t sleep around, we don’t have time.

That’s us.

You think we’re just good because we’re good.

No.

We all have our reasons.

He’s got a perfectionist for a dad.

She’s got a genius for a mom.

His dad beats him every time he gets anything less than perfect.

Her mom slaps her raw every time she doesn’t get first.

His mom tells him to be valedictorian like his sister.

Her dad tells her to go to a good school like her brother.

Behind closed doors we cry.

Sob into our pillows, muffle our cries into our blankets.

Paint our wrists in red, carve motifs into our thighs.

Let us live our lives the only way we can.

We didn’t grow up like you, unleashed and wild and free.

We grew up restricted and caged and trapped.

We don’t have allies, we only see competitors, enemies.

We fight for that top spot and push each other down on the way.

It’s the only way we know how to live.

Don’t judge us for who we are and what we do.

© 2018 LadyFluff


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