Lost Voice

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I've never had a discussion with my class

Or even an input.

I might as well walk right out of her classroom

They wouldn't notice.

I hide in the corner of the room and they don’t know

I’m there.

The students have their own groups, ones where

I don’t belong.

Sometimes I wonder if it is just

Favoritism.

But it’s not, and I am just that person that is

Forgotten.

She, the teacher, leaves my hand to dangle in the air

Ignored.

How can a teacher get away with being so

Cruel?

I thought discussions were about

Equal opportunities?

All I want is a chance to

Speak.

It is too much to ask for to just

Be heard?

 

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