Undergods

Because

 the underdogs need someone

who will root for them,

and I always will.

because I believe in fighters

and in the quiet lovers

and in the bad test takers

and in the sad teachers

and in the star gazers

and in the mad preachers

and I believe in the kids on the bleachers,

because that's where I am.

shouting at the top of my lungs

for the guy in my class who comes in everyday

hoping no one sees his tears

because men don't cry

for the girl who walks around the school alone

counting her steps in each concrete slab

as well has her reasons to live

for the boy in elementary who was called gay

because he likes flowers

and he picks them for his mother

I'm shouting for the underdogs

because I see myself in them

and we are all unfinished miracles

waiting for the right moment

to show everyone what we got

and all these underdogs,

or maybe I should say

undergods,

are fighting 

and fighting

and fighting

For a chance to be recognized 

As something greater

Than a textbook nobody.

and I'll be

yelling

cheering

shouting

because its the last quarter

And you've given your all

and you're doing great

and you always will.