Sh*t you can't say to your teacher.

Sun, 11/03/2013 - 13:08 -- pmjnk99

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Students slump into the dull, gray room
Looking around, they see nothing but gloom
In the stone seats that they sit in
Uncomfortable and bare
They're expected to be upright
Pay attention
And stare.

A stack of papers lie at the tips of your fingers
slowly clasping them, mind seeming to linger
no stimulation
no way to grasp
these never ending words
placed on a bold, white canvas.

A student raises his hand, the teacher without a care
looking at her cell phone with an effervescent stare.
Arm getting tired, hope of an answer wasting away
school is a place for knowledge, and that message is fading every day.

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