I don’t have a problem with my teachers,

okay maybe I do,

but not enough to write a poem.

 

Okay maybe enough to write a poem,

but it isn’t fueled enough

for my liking.

 

My problem

is not with teachers,

but the administration.

 

I am a white female,

middle class, 4.0 GPA

and don’t do school sports.

 

The last week of being a senior

my assistant principle says to me:

“Are you a freshman?”

 

Okay I understand

I went to a school

with about 1,300 students.

 

I had attended all four years,

never a detention or suspension,

and was in the top 10% of my class.

 

I had even talked to her multiple times

and she says:

“Are you a freshman?”

 

Bet you though

she knew the life

of other kids.

 

That were

the all-star jocks,

the children of the Parent-Teacher council members.

 

That were

the trouble-makers,

the moochers, trying to get out of trouble.

 

Bet you she did

Bet you the other administration

were just like her.

 

No I don’t bet you,

because I know they were.

They are all like her.

 

They care for sports,

never considering academics.

Spend money on a new field, not new textbooks.

 

The field renovated five years back

The textbooks, be it biology, math, psychology, etc.

printed the year I was born (1994).

 

They worked for the troublemakers,

never considering the good kids,

give out discipline, never praise.

 

The trouble makers get off easy.

The good kids,

we get a plastic cup as an award.

 

I can’t tell

this to the administration,

because they will not listen.

 

I can’t tell

this to the teachers,

because they cannot change it.