The Things That Have Taken My Wings

Words blur to sounds

Problems to mounds

And mounds of issues

Too distant to understand

 

I blink a few times

My teacher now whines

About all of the work

That I don't bring in

 

My mind flashes back

To last night's attack

Of words from my parents

Cruel and unnerving

 

I reenter the room

To hear her broon

About how I will never

Be exscused from work

 

I gulp down my words

Repeat all of my sures

And walk to the back row

Of her cold, unwelcoming class

 

The ones around me stare

I send them a glare

The teacher picks me to

Be an example

 

I'm sent from the class

No way I will pass

If I'm never inside

For her lessons

 

I hear the snickers

Of those trickers

Who should be out here

Instead of me

 

But I bite my tongue

My fight cannot be won

By the truth that I

Would surely speak

 

And here comes another day

When I send away

All of my remarks, 

My explanations, my thoughts

 

So I don't get in trouble

Since at home it will double

The pain, the misery, and

All of the suffering that I endure

 

All of these things

They've taken my wings

And let me fall to my

Ultimate doom

 

All of these things

That have taken my wings

I could never share

Or worse will be my ware

 

For who could tell their teachers?

Who could tell their principals?

Of all the pain at home

When it will just cause more?

 

 

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Kylee_Marie

*On a side note, this poem is entirely fictional. However I wrote it because it is a very real phenomenon going on. Even if it does not relate to me epersonally, I know there are children, teens, and others out there whose rough life at home holds them back from achieving great things in other areas of their life, such as school...and that they don't necessarily want others to know about their issues. There is that wall that is built that keeps them from sharing their issues with a teacher, guidance counselor, or other adults that could help. I have been in situations that kept me from doing my best, but that did not mean that I let anyone know. I just wanted to write this to  show that there are kids out there dealing with this, and to try to connect to those kids that are having to deal with it.

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