Saturday, December 11, 2010

Motherfockers Can Die.

ima write about her. oh yeah hell, ima tell everyone, ima write about her.
it was a day when birds could fly, children could cry, roses were shy, knots would untie, and motherfuckers could die.
she woke up like everyday, like she was, like every one is, yeah. teeth brushing, face washing, breakfast eating, backpack hanging, door slamming. and they woke up like everyday, like they were, like everyone, like brushing their teeth, washing their faces, eating their breakfasts, hanging their backpacks, slamming their doors.
but then she got there. sardine can bus, like their sardine can bus, step by step, like they did, step by step, then that fucking gate.
entering school, entering future, entering hell. it was names calling face slapping body pushing to the ground falling. it was if you tell em ima beat you fucking up after class.
it was being observed in class, hearing whispering, hearing laughing getting hit by fucking little spat paper balls. it was hearing her name out loud, making jokes, everybody having fun, under her own name, given by her parents through the hand of god.
she was shaking she was fearing she was not understanding. she was wondering why why why, why can birds fly, why can children cry, why can roses be shy, why can knots untie but why can't motherfockers die. why couldn't they just let her live, what the fuck did she have wrong, how the hell in this world can someone be normal, why is everyone normal but me.
this was everyday.
and she'd go home and cry cry cry. she was so young, this phase of her life was so important for her personal and social development but her day-by-day couldn't just normally pass by.
she tried, she tried, she tried, she tried making others understand she was just a regular person, so huge, so complex, so beautiful inside, so inspired, so talented, so gorgeous, so herself. but all of her was made fun of, was beaten up, was spat on. was spat on... was fucking spat on.
this was how she wanted to die.
but she didn't.
she once woke up like everyday, like everyone, teeth brushing, face washing, breakfast eating, backpack hanging, door slamming. she got there, sardine can bus, then step by step, then that fucking gate. entrance to school, entrance to the future, entrance to hell.
her hands were shaking her heart was beating her breath was missing her eyes were crying her proud was growing.
she pulled the fucking gun out her backpack, thank goodness her dad had it loaded and shot the first ranked motherfucker in the head. they screamed and ran around they panicked who the fuck are u gonna make fun of now, and shot the second in the butt, third in the arm didnt kill him but killed the fourth in the freaking chest. bullet here, bullet there, she killed six.
she was grinning but she was crying but she was releaved, those ain't gonna make her live hell now. blood was shed, made her proud.
today, finally, she said to herself "as a bird i can fly, as a child i can cry, as a rose i can be shy, as a knot i can untie, and as motherfuckers, these can die".
then she was sent to correction house.