Math is a foreign language
Spoken in devilish tongues.
I can't find my favorite pair of socks,
Let alone some letter mixed with some random numbers.
History is just a bunch of
White men with superiority complexes
And random dates I need to memorize.
My English teachers just throw books
In my face and expect me to
Understand why the author had
Blue curtains instead of red.
I don't know what the curtains symbolize, Mr. BlahBlahBlah,
Maybe the bags under my hazel eyes?
Hey, Señorita science teacher,
A teenage girl with an obsession
With One Direction can't possibly
Memorize all of these landforms
That look and sound alike.
What I'm trying to say is:
Make learning more fun.
Make me want to come to school
And forget that I live in the same town
With these idiots who only care about appearance.
Make me want to achieve
And reach the stars.