Teacher No
Walk into school,
Thinking you're cool
Unprepared
Can't even share
We did the reading
What were you, eating?
I have something to say
But you keep me at bay
I try to speak up
But you keep me stuck
I want to succeed
But my creativity, you bleed
I start to stay quiet-
My mouth with no bite
I start to look down
No longer do you frown
But then I see
You move to the boy next to me
You single him out
Making me want to shout
He is not strong
You quickly pull him along
I meet your eye
That boy may die
I'll take your words
Fight back with my immortal swords
I will not bite my tongue
You are so wrong
Because I will take the hit
Bite down on the bit
Because now I know
You cannot bring me down low
This I know,
So teacher- I say no.
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