Short slam I did for fun!

-Ninth Grade-

You can just tell that they’re in grade nine
It’s written all over their faces
They don’t fill in the spaces
They just stand in the middle of places
They see older kids out in the sections
And begin to make a reflection
Smoking cigz through their braces
Still can’t do up their laces

At lunch
When they start to munch
They forget their manners
And begin to throw their bananers
Causing a ruckus
Hum… maybe his name’s Markus

A grade nine night out
Here come the school dances
Boys holding awkward stances
Must be from all the glances
They keep passing up the chances
To dive into romances

First day getting your timetable
Trying to find their classes but they are unable
Trying out for every team
Getting cut and ruining their self-esteem
 
So this is what I see
From high above the tree
Life of a grade nine
Is hard to realign
My advice to you
Is to not undo
You identity
Or your ability
To only stay the same
And grow without the aim
Of some superficial fame