In This Wooden Desk By: Stephanie H.

Location

Broward County
8508 Long Acre Dr.
United States
25° 58' 45.6276" N, 80° 15' 18.5328" W

You think school is all sweet and all.

And you think teenagers like me are the generation to fall.

But you don't understand that outside those silver gates.

Life soon becomes a brawl.

 

If I could explain to you how much I could stay within your desks

to be rescued I would. But in the end I'm just that one breath of life

close to the suicidal percent, slowly to descend.

 

Those belated projects and even those never turned in classwork.

Shows of a young girl wanting to fight for education.

But at night taking Anti-Depressant medications.

Trying to heal the wounds of a young man's forced penetration.

Yeah you see me thinking it's all good, even though behind this

Jovial disguise I'm that girl who lost her childhood.

But in this wooden desk I'm just your student part of this facade manifest.

 

Sometime I can tell your curious.

Even though my emotions seem to oblivious.

When I asked you for a helping hand.

You just stood there to disband.

I come to school and work my hardest.

To help my family elude this generation of the maddest.

Although, I hide from the world classified as an ESE disabled.

My accomplishment will soon be a well told fable.

But in this wooden desk I'm just your student part of this facade manifest.

 

You wouldn't understand what I go through.

Since we don't even wear the same sized shoe.

If I can show you how I lost my sanity.

Just ask those people who can't accept my own identity.

Or those kids who took my neutrality and turned it to brutality.

But in this wooden desk I'm just your student part of this facade manifest.

 

I can't tell you the vile things I go through.

For it's not your job to provide me virtue.

You never caused hate, nor did you ever cause this madness to be my fate.

All I can do is write what I despise and hopefully your heart will be sanitized.

For you to see how my mind and body became demoralized.

And eventually you'll understand how much it hurts to be criticized.

 

But in this wooden desk I'm just your student part of this facade... MANIFEST!!

 

 

 

 

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