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An empty classroom,
The buzz of a fly against the windowpane
Overlooking bright wheat fields and dust and sky,
The scent of musty carpet and new paper in her nose,
If there was one line in all of hist’ry,
But the reason to follow is still quite a myst’ry
“Duct tape is silver, but silence is golden”
Quote from the tale of the wise and the olden
I have these words swirlingaround, all my thoughts twirling. I rarely have a chanceto let these pieces sit, to dance. Because the very moment Ilet my thoughts be, for a fraction of a
I can’t stand it.
Everyone thinks that they know better,
But they don’t.
Hundreds of children
All yelling with glee
Come running inside
With much to see.
I sit here,
Scared and alone,
I checked the clock
it's way past time
Why don't you smile?
And light up this dreadful
hall. These fluorescent
lights burn into my soul
and please don't smirk
when I say:
Remember the joy,
And remember the fun,
All of the days we had in room 161.
How we laughed and joked together,
And broke many of the rules,
But how we couldn't have helped it
Blue plastic seats filled with static electricty
My bum becomes a medium
The itch that is caused by my seat
Forces me to stand
To avoid this feeling
Words being spoken
Run straight through my ears
Here in this classroom
Here five days a week
sitting here bored and pressured
listening to you speak.
Now it is finally my turn
so open up your ears.
It isn't my problem now
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At first glance, the classroom is quiet
and the teacher is talking,
Students are attentive,
just simply learning.
However, go look closer
and you will find,
The classroom they say
is an open space
to share opinions and ideas
while you learn.
But what they don't tell you
is that you are judged
based on each idea
opinion
statement
Kids are steadily drooping out of school
Selling drug, hang in gangs becuase they think it's kind of cool
The list of the problems that are wrong with America
Will have these kids rolling off into hysteria
Sitting in class,
Wondering when boredom will pass.
My fingers go tap, tap, tap,
When will my teacher make this a rap?
When did school get so serious?
Why can't we go explore and be curious?
Change What in school?
Change Everything.
Make it a happy place.
Make it an exciting place.
Give us teachers who want to be there with us.
Provide us with decent food.
Allow us art, music, and theatre.
Its hard not feel like a cow.
Trapped, packed in by the dozens, herded through the halls
But with bells to worry about; they don't use prods anymore.
Squeezed through the door, shoved my way to my designated area.
Each word clung
to paper thin pages with some particular tenacity
the teachers teeth
cut against soft palpable ears
The floors knew these lessons
had heard more words
could tell them more
Heat, sweat, & bitterly cold.Creaking windows and doors.Old chairs, old tables.Stained carpets and floors. Broken shelves and fixtures.Missing pages and books.Did you get the homework?
No room
Last resort
Loud bang
Pothole shakes the car
Cracked asphalt
Hot under the sun
Late again
Stop
Find a spot
Trudge to class
Through green forested path
I'm here in class
Last one in the back
No one else can realize
That I have a voice that cannot be denied
You say that you don't hear me
But really your just not listening
If the world was my classroom,
I would teach a girl to learn and to love,
And not go to jail.
I would teach a girl to not envy but embrace,
To push onward even when it seems like there is no escape.
