that i wake up in society again, with post offices
that i am home, where there is a social contract
that people are polite, and not so terribly heinous
as to call each other "fucking hoes" from behind windshields and
in rooms because lord knows you don't agree
that people can interact with dignity and no one has to leave dead
that things don't have to be locked up (and that locks work anyway)
that children grow futures and not survival skills
that i can do something, rather than trying and trying and trying and failing
this is not the real world
these are not real schools
this is not really my destiny...
((i'm a champion, like serena- but meaner
like venus, i mean this-- i'm in it to win.
i'm both sisters, i'm playing myself
nobody could reach me on the highest shelf
i'm higher than floodwaters in the biggest storm
i'm flyer than bellbottoms, i'm dropping bombs
you're dropping my name like it's on fire
there won't be a game when i retire
i'll retaliate when i'm attacked
I don't handle haters and that's a fact))
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