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Dear Father
I don’t call you “Dad”
Because I don’t feel you know me
The thought of opening up to you makes me want to flea
I should get an Olympic gold medal, since
Every day I hear that we’re all so smart.
Experts at graphs and charts,
Eyes so small,
Dear Mr. Willis,
Last year I found you
Dead on your doorstep
with your hand
Just out of reach
Of yesterday's newspaper.
Your neighbors say they didn't notice.
How can you not notice
I wake.
I cry.
4 A's, but a blemish.
The single smudge on my reigning crown.
The shade on my everbright domain.
The hungry caterpillar to my blooming garden.
The ominous C.
When I left home
A short five months ago
I had my priorities set
And was not prepared to roam
College was what I had prepared for
Before I knew the alphabet could rule my life
With no change, comes no growth;
As the pendulum swings,
we watch as time goes by,
faster than the blink of an eye;
Mid semester, junior year,
work starts to pile up, work not handed in,
I've gotten one semester through
The months left for summer are few
In the second semester I vowed to do my best
I got a hundred on my first test
My grades are all excellent, phew!
Grades have forever defined me.
They no doubt made an effort to confine me.
But this year was the year they designed me.
A 30 on my ACT
FINALLY free college for me!
A chance for me to get to be
These classes are higher than stormy waves,
And are taught at such a hasty pace!
I know, the teacher never promised me all A’s,
But will they offer very little grace!
Why did you do this to me?
Why did you crush all my hopes?
You took all my hard work
And threw it to the ground
Like it meant nothing.
Do you hate me or something?
Why do you hate me?
5 A.M.
The alarm clock goes off
like a fire alarm
waking me from my dream state.
I stumble through the labyrinth
gathering my stuff and getting dressed.
Education, noun.
The process of receiving or giving systematic instruction
Usually in a school or university, according to the oxford dictionary.
So why has it turned us to mindless obstruction
I can't remember the last time
I told myself who I am
Everyone always says,
You're so perfect in every way.
Good grades,
Good body,
Good personality
You're just so good.
Grades are the only way to reach the top.
I sweat and work until I hear my pencil drop.
College is a necessity, it's what I need.
I’ve always enjoyed reading, writing, learning
But I’ve never enjoyed having to attend school
Ever since childhood, school has made me feel…
We often forget the purposeof red brick buildingsin the nine hour hurry upand wait
We often forget the purposeof pen and paperin the technicolor dream ofgoogle docs
You say we are selfish
That we are spoiled and it's eating youth.
You say that it's hard, that we should just learn the truth.
When you were in our positions, what's it feel like to cough 24/7?
I am a liar and I lie to myself everyday
Wake up every morning, telling myself that it’s just another day
But I already know what kind of day it is
I’ll be just like every yesterday that I hated
I want to learn, i want to grow,
but need your help in doing so.
My goal is true, my grades are high,
with just a little help, i can aim for the sky!
When I lose I stumble on.
When I win I grin ear to ear.
Pride never falters, it flows with finess.
It courses through your veins, strengthening you.
It challenges you to do your best.
Try not to become a man of success, but rather try to become a man of value.
—Albert Einstein
The world today is abandoning values
We are all simply numbers
An amount, a score, a grade
What categories do we fall under?
4.0? You're a great person
3.0? You're like the rest
Fear and fear the grades are comingthe destiny awaits and depends on it,your grades will decide if you are worth loving,Work hard and study so you can earn profit.
Here I sit, once again, pondering why
Why did I take this class? Am I crazy?
I tap and tutter, releasing a sigh.
I don't understand; study more, lazy.
Chemistry, O Chemistry, thou art death.
Fuck first semester
And financial aid and scholarship applications and just money in general.
And the 3.5 I needed if I wanted to come back.
And my parents.
And money
And society for revolving around money
A is the motivation for you to
Be better than what society has been
Creating you as. The
Demoralization of the young nation
Fails to be seen when all the adults
See
Why is it,
That no matter how hard you try at it,
It's only about the grades today?
No matter if you get it or not
Or what knowledge you've got!
It's only about the grades today.
"It's good enough" "a C+ is passing"
The motivational speech my teachers gave me in high school
I know I wasn't that bright, I was told many times
I know my struggles with my academics, I see it in my records
Living in a world where it’s a crime to be sad
If you aren’t starving or deprived…
Maybe, I’m just a whole lot of mad
When I can’t take a break from the things that craze me
The things that break me
Everyday it goes like clockwork
through school and back, just to do homework.
And I sit in your class with each passing minute,
Dreading each lecture where I must silently sit.
That white sheet of paper gets handed back.
The test
D+
I went to school...
for THIS?
I love it
I want an A in this class
(before registeration)
Im going to earn an A
(first day of the semester)
Im going to get an A
(during midterms)
I deserve an A
(check grades after finals B)
i am not a single letter.
i am not a number.
so why do you assign me these things
that constitue my "success"?
i am more than one letter in a report card.
i am more than a number in the class rank.
Everyone is a number.
You are given a grade, a percent, and a level.
Who you are does not matter because in the classroom, a number is all that defines you
Are you 100? Or are you 50?
I care not for how smart you say I am,Nor for a grades on my report card.Why waste time doing what I know I can?Schooling should never be thought of as hard... Our grades should not be what sets the bars.A's should not mean just memorization,B'a s
I have a dream,
Similar to Martin Luther King,
I want us all to succeed.
The words, "We have finally made it" to be uttered through our hearts,
Shared by
Our differences,
I love my school, I love my class
But you my teacher can kiss my ass
Like when you think that it’s OK
To teach me nothing for the day
And give me homework every night
just go retire. get fired. now. please.oh wait. we can’t get rid of you?then you might as well listento what all you trashy teachersalways have to say
the grades and the curriculum try to define you
build you up and break you down
Or at least they try to
the greater the number, the larger the crown
but numbers are miniscule, how can they hold so much power?
Eighty-five,
eighty five
every time.
Eighty minutes,
eight hundred minutes;
every time.
I would sigh and I would cry
Why can't you, go suffer too?
You know what, EFF you
I don’t care about your glares
Piss in your pants and lie in despair
You little ant
You know you can’t
Hey!
My grade isn't my life!
Seeing this letter on a sheet of paper,
it's not going to change anything.
Except, maybe this "F"
in red ink,
will make me hate you
a little more.
All of my life,
I've been subject to
Tests full of bubbles,
Tests that determine
Where lie my troubles.
My ears can take no more of this talk.
I am more than a statistic.
One, two, three, four
Red, yellow, blue, and more
Five, six, seven, eight
Raise your hand and sit up straight
These things we learn in elementary
They stay with us more than a century
See when I was younger my momma said when you turn 18,
You either go to college or get a job or you won't be staying,
In my house.
So every since the 9th grade I've been grinding,
Leaving this place
Still not knowing the value of X
An unspoken race
Formed by society
No piety
Creativity
All the excitement killed when you walk through the door
It was built to be such a great time in my life
Eating lunch wherever
Feels like your whole time in high school was supposed to be spent in the halls
A poem is
A poet's ways
Of portraying life
Precisely as it is
With a twist,
Betwixt a reality
And no sense of rationality
(Rationally-speaking, of course).
A poem can
You struggle, and study and sweat.
But the score isn’t there.
You feel like you just keep trying, and torturing yourself to be better.
And it’s never enough. Never enough. Never ever enough.
Im not up to your standards
so tell me how to be more black
My looks are substandard
so show me how be more beautiful
I didnt get a perfect score on ACT like my best friend
so tell me again how I'm stupid I am
What is this force that wraps us in warm embrace?
Steel wrought chains wrapped around us, within the darkness.
I hear glass bottles breaking
Babies crying
Tear drops dripping (CLUNK)
Cars beeping their horns.
Teacher's yelling like no tomorrow.
Chairs banging against the table (BANG).
Pressure, pressure, the need to be the best
Is sucking me, pulling me, and making me a mess
Every paper, every grade, every solemn word I speak
Has been thought up, reviewed, and perfected till made bleak
