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
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
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?