When I was in school, especially grade 12,
Dressed good, once in a while grandma's ambulance drove me to school,
Exercised, good hair dresser was my friend,
Mom did my homework,
Teachers respected parents.
And this girl was so jealous of me that one time
She started a fight.
We had New Year party, was dark, only light from the Christmas tree.
She grabbed my hand, hard and said:
Do you think you better than everyone else?
Want to show a fight?
I never had anything with anyone, had good friends.
Then she pushed me, calling names.
Something was on the floor, I was in high hills and slept, bumped my head,
Didn't know it sounds like music.
She got scared, we both knew,
If I say something, she will be in a big trouble.
I didn't say anything.
I saw her yeas after, exactly where she was at that time.
I knew where I am going, my son can have better life than in our destroyed city.
I only felt sorry for her.
