Weren’t you supposed to be a teacher?

Went you supposed to alter those minds with wisdom of words?

I know you’ve dreamed of it for sure,

too bad you’re too late to find the cure

 

 

You talk,

talk,

talk,

talk

I mean you babble with words I can hardly make sense of.

 

The only thing I can assure you is that you’ve taught me something more

You’ve taught me to complain,

wine and suffer in pain

The only opportunities you’ve opened is the feeling of restrain

 

 

These endless hours that remain

in this prison-like sanction

is every bit as terrifying as how much power you hold

Homeworks, projects, book reports and tests

is no good for my goals if all they are,

are nothing but a strain to my grades

 

 

Have we forgotten how to learn?

what to learn

or why we’re even trying to learn?

 

 

You test memory, but what’s that going to help me earn?

A diploma, a degree?

I want something more!

I want to learn, not cram

I want to find out as much things as I can

I want to express my ways without restrictions

and avoid your addiction

Lets recognize intelligence instead of one’s ability to remember

 

 

You need not to worry about your time

and focus on ours

Its not the 1600’s, its a crime to devour.

 

We are not children nor adults, though you treat us like we’re sinners.

Please understand that we are only beginners.