there are no favors granted here
to a girl like me
keys are held tight
cans are not kicked and bottles are not thrown
after school dance classes are rigid and unforgiving
dirty hands are never dirty and not wiped off on jeans
and to the people here
with their Chloe Paddingtons bags
and professionally manicured nails
worried about blowouts
and fancy spring break trips
pleased with their impressive choice of boyfriend
and stores they shop in
what you suspect is true
I hate your fucking guts
i hate your low-rider jeans and poor choice of lip liner
your cellphone charms flashed to flaunt your horridly unimaginative vision
of life
a life that carries all of your preciousness
a story told in cell phone photos
desk hutches and shadow boxes full of precious trinkets
making out in your bedroom
things in the bottom of your backpack
your arrangement of nail polish
and makeup from Sephora
I will smile silently next to you while we take prep tests
and say hello in the hallways
tell you when you drop your metro card
and for all my benign courtesies
you will return no favors
you will murder me slowly prancing around wearing cashmere sweaters
and you will remain indifferent
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Yeah, that affectedly grand or important sense of entitlement that the "haves" have wears me down, too. Sometimes, I want to behave badly because of it.
But, like you, Sam, I tell them when they dropped their metro card and smile in passing. I may not have the outward display of riches the "haves" have, but I will not let that steal the riches I do have within.
Still tho, makes me want to scream and behave badly sometimes.
I know what you mean. How just because they can, they 'have' to have whatever. How of course they'll expect you to be courteous, but god forbid that they do the same.
--Dragon
Those are the ones I feel sorry for. Those are the ones with lives that are empty and meaningless. Don't be jealous, you have something they can never buy.
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