Why I'm Always Late to Class
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Everyday I walk into your class late,
Not by one minute,
not by five minutes,
but more like eight.
And everyday,
you ask,
why the Hell I am late.
Do I really have to spell it out?
No, I'll just tell you I was in AP Chemistry
since I have a pass
and the biology teacher gave me a cup of tea.
It shouldn't really matter where I was
since I've had my work done ages ago
and no one was calling me a homo.
Faggot.
Dyke.
Fairy.
Lesbo.
Tranny.
I've got a word for you.
Dick.
You pick on me everyday
And call other students these names.
It's not funny
And I'm not playing games.
You teach us that it's okay
to be rude to others.
What would your boss say?
His son used to be a girl
and I bet he would hurl
if he know the words
that come out
of your mouth.
I am suposed to feel safe in school
and you're suposed to protect me
and instead you're teaching hate
and you think it's funny.
You think that
just because
you lived with your uncle
and his partner
it's gives you the right
to be a jerk.
It doesn't work that way.
You should be sensitive to others
And know not to target
the gay kid.
Next time you ask me why I am late
I will take the bait.
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This teacher sounds awful. I'm sorry you have to deal with him. It is the jerks like that teacher you described above who gives other teachers a bad name. Whatever grade you are in, I promise that the year goes by quickly. I was in a situation like you were years ago. It is awful to be in that situation, but you will eventually manage to get through it. Now, to get to my other point. I love this poem. From beginning to end, I was interested. I'm a bit curious, though. You do not have to answer this if you do not want to, but what do you mean by, "Next time you ask me why I am late, I will take the bait."