Teacher’s Oh how much we love them.

They’ve graduated and have been in my seat

Before but all I want is for that bell to ring at

2:48 so I could walk right out that door. 

While I’m in your class you decide to call on

Me when I don’t raise my hand. Knowing that

I don’t understand anything you’ve said in a

15 minute time span. 

You ponder around back and forth looking

Foolish as if You knew exactly what to do

With an inner city school and a class size of 42. 

You wouldn’t understand what to do

With a classroom full of minorities such as

African Americans and Hispanics. 

Culture shock I know but conjointly we all want to learn and grow,

In this class that I will pass. Not to mention the stench and aroma

Of your morning breath that kicks me every morning like Karate. 

Maybe we could switch places for a day, week, month, or year

Just so you can finally see how your job should be done

By a student like me who's journey has just begun.