Hoods of vampire barbies with diamonds on their shirts.

They get away with murder and continue to walk from class to class.

They flash bright smiles from their 50,000 dollar cars, while the smoke from their bongs blurs the senses of their souls, and the wiz khalifa drowns the dreams of their memories.

Hoods stitched with Stanford and Yale. Where 2000 is their SAT score or what they spent to get it…but really has no value for it cost them nothing at all.

Hoods labeled with sport teams that turn boys into bros but never into men.

They try new girls and go through them like water bottles of smirnoff. 

They live in a world where porn comes to them, in the form of a text or a glance.

They treat the internet as a garbage disposal for their words and their minds.

Hoods of the entitled. Nothing’s an opportunity because everything has already been provided.

They never ask questions so they never hear no.

They have nothings to say so instead say as much as they can.

Hoods that make a shadow. A shadow that leaves the boy unseen.

All that he is remains untouched beneath the weight of his hood.