Hand in hand
We walked
With our backpacks
On our tiny shoulders
Color pencils in
Our pouches
Pigtails swaying
SIde to side
Skipping and singing
Down the school hall
Heading to
Second grade class
 
Hand in hand
We walked
With our backpacks
Hanging on one shoulder
Pen and gum
In our pockets
Bangs hanging
Covering
our eyes
Gossiping
and swearing
Down the school halls
Heading to
Stupid middle school
 
Hand in hand
We walked
With our purses
On our thin wrist
Lip gloss in 
Our makeup bags
Beachy curls
Bouncing
Up and down
Talking and laughing
Down the school hall
Heading to 
Sophomore class

Each hand in
Each pocket
With my backpack
On each shoulder
Earphones on
Music all the way up
Hoodie on
Head hung low
Sniffling and crying
Down the school halls
Heading to
My seat alone
 
All because
She choose
Herbs
A lighter
and a
Glass bottle
Over us