Algebra 2
Not a favor for you to be here,
Not gracing me with your presence,
Not joking when you instill fear,
Just crushing the dreams of adolescents.
Every day a new threat,
Every day a questionable comment,
Your behavior hasn't been addressed yet;
Just once, teach me the intended content.
A midterm is a cumulative test
Where all students must strive.
Told us an average person would get an average grade,
Then honey, as our teacher, why did you get a seventy-five?
You told an African American
That you would put him on your “black” list…
You may need a new regimen,
Your words are like a cracked fist
Worn from too many years.
Tenure has never been so hated
Causing far too many tears,
A high school phenomenon, in your name, created.
I should not have to say:
A woman with a music degree,
In a classroom with calculators left out in dismay
IS WRONG.
This predicament you stand for,
Such a failure we can’t even explain,
Making high school an age old war
One which puts a strain on the brain.
Not a music teacher with pit stains and a mullet,
But an inspiration who stands at a pulpit
Based on the foundation
Of educating a generation.
I don’t want a teacher.
I want an educator.