The Slow School
The many things I would say
Probably more like complain
The system's insane
I'm never sure what doing
Classes are confusing
This isn't amusing
I can get so frustrated
This school's overrated
I now loath this school
When it moves slower than stool
This school's not for me
It's for special needs
The gifted
The special
Now how am I labeled
By testing
By confessing
By depressing
I'm not normal?
By who's standards?
Just because I can't learn fast?
Read fast
Stay on track
I can't get past
The fact
That I'm "special"
Why'd you deceive me?
I thought this school was all that
But it's really just lazy and fat
Bloated and slow
How slow can this go
For a week or month or more
Teaching to the lowest common denominator
Such a change for me
I lost a community
To come here instead
Pretty dreams you imbed
In my own head
Say this school's better
Never
And I walk down these halls
My emotions stumble and falls
It's so suffocating
space is limitating
It's plain aggravating
My backpack won't fit
Into a locker as small as a zit
It's this meaningless pit
That ends too quick
Everyone is dressed the same
In uniforms super plain
Navy blue and Khaki tan
OH MAN
The system needs work
Before I go berserk
The pace of academics
Is a body that needs mechanics
These teachers will talk
Joke and mock
What the Fock?!
Cracking Jokes
Holy Smokes
Burn the place down
This circus of clowns
Take my education seriously please
I have dreams
I want to learn, by any means
Help me
Time moves so slow
I try to go with the flow
People say just get good grades
Get your diploma
Get out
But I yearn for more
And I will work until wore sore
This is high school
Not grade school
And I'm no mule
This slowness is cruel
I have attention Deficit Disorder
And this class is just torture
My whole world's out of order
Let me thrive
Let me stay alive
Let me survive
When I go to college
I love knowledge
It's a harsh world
This school is absurd
I want to exceed expectation\
And get a great education
I want to learn so bad
And what you give me is sad
What you give me isn't enough
It's powder
It's fluff
Not good stuff
To the entire school
You make it so hard
To go forward
I'm no retard, too
I love you, I do
I understand
But I'd like to say
You use my disability
To separate me
It's your irresponsibility
Shame
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