it's a trip (intro)

I've been really thinking about why I wrote this

And it takes me back and it’s kind of a trip

I remember, like, in 3rd grade

**** pushing me up against a fence

And her other friend digging her nails into my arm

And leaving a scar that is still on my arm

I remember in 6th grade being called like

A ****, and a terrorist, and a piece of shit

I remember in 9th grade eating lunch alone in a classroom

For like 6 months because no one would talk to me

And I remember the world basically teaching me that I was not enough