Suburban Scum

Suburban Scum

A Poem by alienated.aquarius

I refer to myself as suburban scum because there is nothing dignified about a community that takes pride in taking advantage of others.


The white kid rapping to himself on the sidewalk every day,

Beside the industrial park that time forgot,

In the sections of the suburbs that are not for show.

Despite the house I lived in,

I could show you the spots in my town

That the upper-crusters wouldn’t touch. 


Privilege in picket fences,

A load of people living vicariously through their children,

Teachers who just taught me

To pay someone else to do your taxes,

And emphasized the stock market

In order to reach success

Rather than tell us how we won’t have social security

So, we better save all we got.


A fourteen-year-old gets killed by a drunk driver,

But liquor stores can’t restock their shelves fast enough. 

The park where kids go sledding in the winter

And to smoke weed in the summer,

The hometown where my high school

was named Heroin High,

In the local newspaper,

For being twice the national average,

Which was really 0.1% of the student body,

The local bar that regularly serves minors,

Still stands after almost closing twice.


It’s why I don’t trust men in Marc Jacobs suits,

The kids who got brand new cars for their sweet sixteen

Also hurled death threats to the ones who couldn’t afford them,

I would smoke in the stalls in between classes,

My friend even smoked in the ceiling once.

A place like occasionally breeds people like me

A railroad rebel,

Roaming with my eyes rolling,

Closed minded corporate cocksuckers

Might call me suburban scum

But crime often wears a white collar.


Where blizzards are bountiful and

Bigots make fun of ‘snowflakes’

When the complexion of 90 percent of my classmates

Matches the insult,

Some kind of lake effect,

The suburbs aren’t sweet,

Too salty for my taste.


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© 2019 alienated.aquarius

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Absolutely enjoyed following the story that this poem told. It's like being able to follow around and shadow for a day, to see and understand all the things that go on. Highlighted are the things that people try to ignore and yet, its very important to pay attention as there is value in doing so. Nicely described, and well expressed once again.

Posted 9 Months Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


Loved how you told it like it is. Great read. Keep up the great work.👍

Posted 5 Months Ago

Nice I like the privilege with picket fences. It seems people forget their humble beginnings

Posted 7 Months Ago

There is a mellow tone to this life story. It is truthful and real which makes it all the more captivating. Nice work!

Posted 8 Months Ago

strong and powerful poem keep up the good work ... i loved it...

Posted 8 Months Ago

When I went through Highschool, which is usually the place for this sort of thing to happen, I was really just done with judgement and just lived each day seeing everyone by the way they lived. I met people who were brushed off by teachers and many students as trouble, drug-dealing students, and whether they were or not did not erase who they were outside what they did, and I would watch as they tested waters of people's attitudes. They were seen as morons, low-class kids who would be a flection of their parents, and I just watched and listened to them, learning from them, and ignoring the ones who flaunted their wealth who hadn't seemed to have earned it. I didn't judge them, but I hadn't listened them lest they worked for something to be learned either. I took solace in the smoke breathed by the cigs of others even if I never held one myself due to the addiction and abuse my father deflected his failings for. I utterly destroyed any notions of stereotypes and lived the world as myself, seeing others for who they were - not what they were - and now graduated and working for a living, I find myself grateful for my outlook when seeing the repetitive routine of people's ways that have been going on for decades in my suburban area.

A nice, thought-provoking write. It pulls the reader in and sees and understands all the writer has seen, and vented.

Posted 9 Months Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

interesting, very sad, and truthful.

Posted 9 Months Ago

A very nice poem about society and life

Posted 9 Months Ago

I really understand this, growing up i moved around a lot and high school was my first time in a true suburb. It was insane and I hated it. Good job, I think every teenager in the suburbs should read this.

Posted 9 Months Ago


9 Months Ago

I found this interesting. For me, the suburb was my solace while the small towns were a small tortur.. read more
Remarkable, very truthful, open and honest poem. About reality and real life. And the proper affects it has on everyone. Who actually opens their hearts, minds and souls. And really looks and sees. Well Catie. I think Donald Trump should hire you. And put you in office as you would fix a lot of problems properly. On you go girl. I would vote for you.

Posted 9 Months Ago

Alienated, you're a master storyteller, a natural at it. I felt the genius of the narrative. I'm from the Long Island, NY of a long time ago. You capture in your writing so much of your town/region.

Posted 9 Months Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Added on January 19, 2019
Last Updated on January 19, 2019
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Hi! I'm Catie. i write things (poems, fiction, blogs/articles) and try to publish them. i love chasing waterfalls and sunsets. i was born at a very young age. i can pick things up with my toes. i'm ob.. more..