We are the Warriors.
We stand tall and proud.
Hold our heads high.

We fight with anything and everything
Because we don’t yet know
What we are fighting for.
It’s a war,
But
Who are the allies?
And who
Are the enemies?

We are the Warriors.
We stand tall and proud.
Hold our heads high.

We have ranks
But no one is ever
Completely happy
Where they are.
Never completely.
What squadron do you belong to?
The cheerleaders, band geeks, jocks?
Or even
Maybe
(Gasp!)
The social outcasts?!
Stay away from
The social outcasts
Because everyone
Shoots
At them.
What squadron do you belong to?
The teacher’s pets, druggies, pretty girls?
Some of us
Don’t even know.

We are the Warriors.
We stand tall and proud.
Hold our heads high.

Some days we win
And then
We are happy to laugh.
Laugh even when
It isn’t funny.
But some days we lose
And are left
To drag ourselves home
With battered souls
And bruised hearts.
But we always come back the next day.
Always.

We are the Warriors.
We stand tall and proud.
Hold our heads high

And the skinny jeans?
They just help us
To fight a little harder
Fit in a little more
Hang on just a little bit longer.

We are the Warriors,
And we wear skinny jeans.