Waves her hands
Towards the board like my attention
Should be focused on adjectives and verbs
She placed me next to the smelly kid
And the girl who always makes fun of me
I stare outside
Wishing I could enjoy the sunlight
Her voice rings out, "Ms. Morgan eyes up front."
How badly I wish to say,
Why should I stare at another white board all day?
Why should I listen to you speak mindlessly?
When you my friend are the hypocrite
Telling us we are now "grown ups"
Yet we can't go anywhere with out a pass
You always conclude we are up to nothing good
Thinking that when we laugh its over something bad
Yes, how can you assume I'm a trouble maker, because you had my siblings before
Though we share DNA it doesn't make us the same
So tell me why my eyes should be trained to you?
When you don't even love what you do
Explain to me why daily
You let my name run rampant in the mouths of others
Yet when I stand up for myself
Like a hunter watching its prey you shoot me down
How come I'm so much different from the rest?
Yes why should you get my eyes?
What will you teach me about individuality?
What will you teach me about love?
Will you explain the meaning to life?
Will you explain acceptance and equality?
If not, then why should you get my eyes?
Because I can see more clearly
When I'm learning from my own view
When I submit my eyes to you
They become more blurred
More blind to truth
My eyes my only chance
At being able to see through
See through your bull shit
You're a creativity killing epidemic
Yes I wish I could say
That my eyes are mine