The Reality


Stop and Stare,

look around at all the trouble,

As we try and walk around as if we aren’t going through a struggle.

I try and make sure my school’s environment isn’t what other schools go through,

but sadly it has become a nightmare come true.

There is enough in our heads to go around,

So don’t expects us to come and sit down and smile,

when all that is on our mind is problems, stress and a lot more to go around.

Where each one of us comes from is none of your business.

My area code and my color doesn’t define me.

Teacher if you can’t see it that way,

I suggest you quit the job before get caught doing wrong.

My color isn’t who I am.

My personality,

my effort,

my weakness,

my strength,

and my actions

Is what defines me.

Guide that inspired this poem: 



this is great, teachers treat kids like what we're supposed to be happy all the time?'

like we have plenty on our minds on top of the fact that we get up early just to sit in these

chairs, i may not go to your school, but this describes a lot, great job :)

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerfully expressed! Truly powerful! Keep sharing keep sharing! The world needs your expression! Keep sharing your life your mind your heart! 

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