In Middle School

In middle school I learned to cuss

In middle school I learned to cuss,
I thought I loved, I learned to crush
Sign sealed delivered after I wrote them love letters
Only received a few in return, but I kept writing nonetheless
So….I cussed

Jus a young boy still playing with toys
Trying to outrun sorrow searching for joy
I wrote short notes cursing my father, praising my mother
Even wrote long ones confessing my love and adoration for music
But the short notes lingered in my blood like venom eating me to death
Parents at war over finances and things, bulled in school trying to stay cool
My mind was jus as mad as my heart , all this jus tryin to become a man, I call it “growing pains”
So….I had to learn to cuss
And I learned well too…

I cussed like my father cussing at my mom, words of doubts, words of angry ignorance
Hypocritical slanders, words that showed that he was lost from the path,
Words that showed that once he found it, he still kept taking the wrong route

I cussed like my mother who cussed back at my dad, words of strength, words more true than false but far from perfect
Words that confuse, words that show that she seemed to win the fight, cause she always hit below the belt
Words of a woman yet to be free, once I was older I learned she was jus as human as he

And I cussed like my peers, young wild but not all innocent,  
They cussed without filters, borders or restrictions, with such evil as if Satan was with them
They cussed without the knowledge of the words they spoke,
so easily broadcasting their utter immaturity,
It didn’t take long to realize they cussed the same as me

Now I see I said the foulest things, I spoke from hurt, from the lack of acceptance, cussed from confusion,  from unawareness of the world, I thought it was so cool when I spoke so cold, I jus wanted to show all what I had learned
In middle school I learned to cuss, I had the best teachers no wonder I’m such a pro…

Freelove