As We March on to Battle

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I hate how grades determine who we are

You have an F? “You're a failure!”

Maybe an A? “You're a star!”

 

We are nothing but-

Numbers

Averages

Scores

Everything else, the system just ignores!

 

We are each unique, amazing,

And we learn in different ways

But you sit us all down and scream-

“Get an A!”

 

If we don't, then you scoff and tell us-

“Try harder.”

So we stupidly listen as we put on our armor

 

But we're broken inside

Filled with the words-

“Not good enough”

And despite how much we hurt

You only see us as tough.

 

You make us your little soldiers that march to the field

A pencil for a sword

And our GPA; our shield.

 

As you sit back and laugh and lie through your teeth

“If you win this war, I promise you'll succeed!”

 

And those who fell in battle

You simply swept aside

Letting room for overachievers

Who were already dead inside.

 

And in the very end,

When the fight is said and done

You smile, shake our hands and say

“That was fun.”

 

You bow and say your goodbyes

And off you do strut

Leaving us broken

abandoned

And saying-

“Now what?”

 

Comments

uramazing16

Well written.

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