Behind the Front Entrance

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You would think that a place that advoctes equality by hanging a banner stamped "No Place 

For Hate" in the middle of commons would do more to make that mean something. 

So why is it that behind the front entrance, I am greeted by cold shoulders and harsh stares

And whispers that cut like knives and leave scars that won't wash away no matter how hard I 

scrub them with hot water?

You would think that a place that advocates 'individual learning' would do more to support 

each student.

So why is it that behind that front entrance students are segregated into ' learning 

communities' based on their ability to function and why is it that the LIFE kids don't have a  

program anymore becase the last time I checked it wasn't fair to force the mentally disabed  

into learning something that is beyond their realm of acedemic ability.

You would think that a place that advocates freedom of speech would listen when students in 

need ask for help in order to understand

So why is it that behind the front entrance we are handed a muzzel and told to be quiet and 

stop talking and why is it that when I ask a clarifying question in math I am thought less of 

becuse I didn't meet the teachers standards.

You would think that a place that advocates friendships and partnership between each and 

every student would do more to stop bullying

So why is it that behind that front entrace no one did anything to help me when those four 

girls were physically and verbally abusing me and all my counselor told me was to ignore them

as if I could fucking ignore being pushed into lockers and tripped down two flights of stairs. 

You would think that a place that advocates indivudiality would actually value each individual

So why is it that behind the front entrance we are stripped of who we are and are molded into

the standards of what society wants because I like to believe that I am more than a passing 

letter on a mid-term report and I know that I am much more than a GPA.

You would think that a place that advocates getting an education to avoid a life behind bars 

would  feel less like a prison

So why is it that behind the front entrance, I feel like I am serving time so just let me say how

relieved I am to know that I am graduating and moving on to bigger and better things in five

short months.

You would think that a girl who advocates exposing her school would do more than just writing

a poem about it

But I don't because I fit the mold my school bent me into, and why would I ever want to 

speak my mind?

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