The teachers see me

But they don’t see me

To them I am

Another desk

Another essay

Another test

I don’t want to feel like a statistic

I want you to at least

Attempt

To know my story

Know why I do the things I do

But to them I am

Another detention

Another voice

Another girl without a choice

But to spend 180 days in a class

With a teacher who only cares

If I fail

Or pass.