They call me so foolish
And speak in sarcastic tones
While covering up laughs and scowls
They remark day in and day out
Going round and round with them
Is such a tiresome task, I'm not their
Servant and certainly not their damn maid
They look down upon me
Because I'm from middle class
And not afraid to break some nails
So to get up on that stage
And recite my childhood dreams
Was a impossible task all on its own
When they snickered at every word
And whispered to their whores
About me failing in the end
I just wanted to run from there
Where's the closest exit from here?
And leave with such pride, still in tact
But despite the cruel remarks
That could make a toddler weep
I stood strong and tall, till the last
So let the memories fade
And the years finally pass by
Up on this stage, one last time
Reciting that old childhood dream
And turned such doubts upside down
I just wanted to tell an old men's tale
And prove to a gentlemans' whore
That sorority doesn't get you far |
Submission Name: Be True To You
