Something Prejudiced

Teachers claim to approve of me. They make up silly social rules. The teacher said to hand in a vocal evaluation and then said I handed in a journal. I already handed it in. She gave it back. I don't give a crap for that shit. I'm not gonna say oh I'm something because I submit to the well-fed generation.

There are people walking around. My dad thinks I have no more weekends, what a nigger. I just was upset at his bullshit in the kitchen.

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