Graffiti on the walls of the bathroom stalls,
The words that bash that hurt that bruise.
Don’t make our community your muse,
Engraving your cruel thoughts
making letters into gunshots.
This sound of slur we need to stop;
This school is not your little prop.
The silly things people write don’t go away, those words they smear,
Those stalls may never be fully clear.
So listen here my fellow peer:
Writing is powerful as is spoken sounds,
Being mean will not earn you a crown
But please don’t shy away from your voice
Life isn’t always multiple choice.