The Stinky Kid

Greasy hair, ratty clothes

The last time she bathed, no one knows

The kids they laugh, and hold their nose

When she walks by, she’s the stinky kid

 

At the end of the table, she eats alone

A boy three seats over, sprays her with cologne

A friendless world, is all she’s known

There’s no love for the stinky kid

 

But things aren’t always black and white

In between the lines lie the reasons why

People cope the best they can

So it’s best not to judge what you don’t understand

It’s best not to judge what you don’t understand

 

The teachers prod, but she’ll never tell

And little sister, she doesn’t have the smell

You can’t help someone, who won’t help themselves

So they gave up on the stinky kid

 

The bus drops them off at the end of the drive

Daddy’s out, mama’s high

Her and little sister, scraping by

Another night for the stinky kid

 

Things aren’t always black and white

In between the lines lie the reasons why

People cope the best they can

So it’s best not to judge what you don’t understand

It’s best not to judge what you don’t understand

 

A mile in her shoes

And they might think through

Those words that cut to the core

But it’s hard to see through

Another’s point of view

Because it’s shaped by what came before

 

Headlights in the window, 2 am

Screen door squeaking as he stumbles in

Sister screams as he climbs on in

But daddy don’t touch the stinky kid

She learned, daddy don’t touch the stinky kid