A place full of drugs and wrists that are scarred; connotations run wild in this damned Courtyard.
It sits in the middle of a large 4A school with kids who care less of the mistaken rule.
It’s rainy outside but courtyard kids don’t care. We’re not in The Great Hall so preppy kids beware.
So many innocent kids too scared to go through because they are intimidated by kids with tattoos.
A lunch or B lunch, we’ll hit up Smoker Street. Security won’t find us because we’ll be discreet.
So many stereotypes, and I say fuck them all. Too many kids are beginning to want to start a brawl.
I’ll get caught off campus but I’m a freshman, well there’s another day wasted in detention.
Cigarette butts clutter and litter dirty cement and food stains the doors of from the last argument.
Gang fights begin and all hell breaks loose. The school calls the cops to arrest for drug abuse.
The outside of the school is never a mess but it’s been spray painted over by a kid in distress.
Home of many students that all seem serene but so many are rejected because of the dean.
With so many hated and with little respect, the name “Courtyard Kid” I will never neglect.
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