flood of fire

flood of fire

A Poem by Hope Wilson

i walk through those doors every day at 8,

sudden chill fills me with hate,

look around see bullys and preditors,

teachers dont stop fights even though their our "protectors."

nothing  here to admire

unless of corse you like the flood of fire.

 

their racest and crude.

their moronic and rude.

they twist your words,

they through rocks at dogs and birds.

a school where a kid lives out of a personal shell,

this is my idea of perfect hell.

 

© 2010 Hope Wilson


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Hope Wilson
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this is great i just love it

Posted 13 Years Ago



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my name is really Destani . hope wilson is a combo of my middle name and my moms maden name i dont know why i did that but oh well i am very random .im outgoing and shy at the same time it really depe.. more..

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