Cover Up
Dear high schools across America
I just wanted you to see my perfectly round, slender shoulder
Which you have claimed is an immense distraction to the education of others
Along with my ripped jeans- which wave their knees into boys’ faces
So they can no longer calculate the derivative of a slope
And these heels are a bit too high for your standards, I know
Because if we can see too far up, we might be able to catch a glimpse of the future
Dear high schools across America
I just wanted to thank you
Because now when I look at my closet, I don’t think
‘What do I want to wear?’,
I think
‘What do you want me to wear?’
Dear high schools across America
You’ve taught me that boys are sensitive and fragile
Because when they see my skin
They can no longer read about Women’s Rights
Dear high schools across America
Thank you for wasting our time
Keeping us in some dank office outside of class
To measure our supposed lack of dignity
For wearing an off-the-shoulder top
When you could be learning how to get into college
Dear high schools in America
I wasn’t hear when you taught me the word here
I was busy having some greasy male teacher
Who is there to educate me
Tell me the only lesson I’ll learn is that
I’m too much of a distraction for his taste
Dear high schools in America
Is my comfort too much to bear?
Because last time I checked, it was 80 degrees outside
But my legs will keep my peers from getting a degree
Maybe it’s time for you to cover up
Your high school of America