School House Roach

I creep up and down the halls hoping no one can see, The shadows are my blanket, my shield.

I sit in the back of the class, cause, knowledge is not for me, It's powers are not for me to wield.

If I expose myself but once I get trampled on, Guts on the floor, yet no one can hear my plea.

Just once I wish my talents were relied upon, But no one wants to mess with a roach like me.

They call me dirty and I will never amount to anything, My future is as dark as the shadow that I reside.

Like these butterflies around me I want to spread my wings, They can't see the potential I have inside.

I cannot use the academic tools created for the butterflies, because they were not meant to be used by me.

My education has been full of deception and lies, believing I have been taught equally.

Instead they place me in tracks set to put me to work, as college is not an option.

Set to finish last, never able to be first, Fulfilling the unjust doctrine.

Once I heard the meek shall inherit the earth, and roaches don't die, we multiply.

We have just got to find our self worth, and our future will not be denied.

I am a school house roach, and there are more of us than them.

We have got to find a new approach, and a new day shall begin.