Listen
My home, my school,
How I love you so dearly
But without your restraints,
I would have been able to live more freely
Although my friends and memories
Came from these halls,
The place itself
Felt like collapsing and suffocating walls
Favorites and the hierarchy of importance
Were clear for all to see
Showering the athletes with praise and finical support,
Yet disregarding music and academics, taking away our glee
Not financing for ACDEC’s
Chance at national victory,
The district didn’t let them fundraise
For their own funds, ridiculously!
For they thought that that would make
Them look unsupportive
To the parents in the district
But we see their true motive
And same with orchestra, band, and choir
They make them pay for their trips and uniform
Yet they manage to pay for cheerleaders’ airfare and sports equipment
At this rate, we might as well just conform
And talking about budget
The cuts have dented the teachers’ wallets
But this devastation
Has taken a toll on us Chiclets
Without the money, they will not stay
Without the teachers, who will teach us?
Unexperienced teachers desperate for a job
All they do for the students and parents is create a fuss
First they took away our
Calculus, physics, and English away
Then they added new teachers
Who didn’t teach but were here to stay
I applaud these men and women
Who tried their hardest
To teach us and put up with our complaints
Yet their abilities to communicate with us seemed furthest.
The list goes on and on
Ripped ceilings, broken air conditioners,
Cracked swimming pool, late counselors,
Where are our listeners?
Graduated and living apart
I still talk to those there
And have noticed a common theme
Of their desires for the district board to actually care
To listen to them and their ideas
To make them feel
Like a student at their school
To make them feel real.
If I could change anything
I would want to give them ears
So that they can see the complaints and the struggles
And finally hear.