Be Nice
Another big, red, circled F at the top of the paper,
The highest grade written on the board,
"This should be easy," they say without thinking.
I was dangling over the edge; that just cut my cord.
As if I don't get enough of it at home,
"you're worthless, going nowhere."
Condescending tones add to the pain,
Just a teacher mocking my helpless, vacant stare.
I'm trying to be positive,
I'm thinking happy thoughts.
But a simple "Nice try! You rock!" or "Talk to me anytime"
would really help a lot.
Be kind to everyone.
You don't know how much it helps.
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