A Broken Systen
Number two pencil
fill bubbles in completely
if you finish, wait
Standardized exams
hours, hours, of sitting
we get snacks, sometimes
New year means new tests
for "proficiency", to "gauge"
no, just for funding
the state willl decide
who gets nice new shiny things
all from colored dots
Now, we pay to test
mandantory for college
SAT, AP
prices get higher
all I get is a number
and another test
tests don't define me
they do not show who I am
or what I can do
maybe I read wrong
or filled in the wrong circle
or ran out of time
it's easy to judge
if all the tests are the same
some will be better
but is it okay
if a test means acceptance
or better funding?
A broken system
that lets students fall through cracks
it's to big to fix?
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