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Slow Slow Slow Slow Slow Slow Slow I am not slow You are too fast Why must I change It is you that has too high of expectations This will help none of us
I grew up in a suburb I grew up in a suburb full of white people I went to school with only a hand-full of minority students
In the beginning,
a cold early summer breeze woke me from a deep sleep warm sunshine met with my presence outside i walked cloudy mind and tired feet into school one foot still in highschool the other in adulthood
Feel Free to Fail Me Because my life should be worth more than a letter on a page Feel Free To Fail Me Because my name shouldn't be worth more than who I am My name on a list My name on a degree
I am seven, in my room, dreaming once again I'm a captain, I'm a knight, I know who I am I can be just anyone, whenever I want I'm a brave, ambitious dreamer No one tells me "Don't" Suddenly, I am eighteen,
These changes keep coming life is not the same as is once used to be back when I ran and played. Now I've got chores to do and I have to decide what career to pursue
Dead Youth Rose, Gabriel Cappello While we are young Youthful and ever so free Not a concern in site with a world of danger ahead in the light New responsibilities become uncovered
People are like birds, except for one thing. We both have young, watch them grow, and when happy, we sing. When asked why, we don’t know.
When I was younger I was afraid of growing up I didn’t like the thought of Getting wrinkles, Sunspots, Grey Hair;
New school, butterflies, bright-eyed, i'm just a teen. SAT prep, long nights, car drives, i'm just a teen. third year, FAILED TESTS,
Studying Muddying Sipping my cup of joe Working so hard until The dead of night. Thanks to my work, I’ve no Availability It is so challenging Staying upright. Tickity Tockity
Dear adults, This is a call to action, Every kid is looking for their passion, It is time that we take action But we are splitting kids up into factions Making the world composed of common core
Why can't you do it? They ask When everyone else can Why can't you do it? When you studied hard Maybe you don't understand Maybe you didn't study enough Maybe you don't want to
My feet pitter pattered as I walked towards the stage. My hands are starting to become clammy. I wonder, should I walk back or engage?
Fearless or frozen, how do I chose? If I’m stuck in my tracks, then I will lose. Fight or flight, what’s the best option?
To follow the right path, I had to leave my old life I will come back Even though it was difficult to decide. I was scared Will you all be alright without me? I was prepared You will see
What is failure? For me, failure is unhappiness. I want to be successful with my education to form my future. Will my future be filled with happiness? Or will it be filled of missed opportunities and regret?
Hands raised in a manilla classroom Walls plain, littered with 20th-century posters Faces unamused, drifting into unconsciousness
March 1997. A 32-year old Pakistani man leaves his village, wife, and young son in Gujrat, Punjab He went to New York even though the distance made his heart throb
Why am I the only one? Why don't they give up? I already know how bad I've done But all I say is ‘suck it up No one cares that's It's hard
Oh my heavy heart Racing heart Defeated heart. Knees weak Eyes bleak And oh how desperately I seek,
Going to college was never a choice, Gaining a degree for my mom could rejoice Then grad school came into play, My career path altered a way
Armies of men fall at the feet of Beauty, and we're taught that women are weak. Men watch their brothers transform into monsters, and we're taught that real men don't cry.
Growing up through life, The pressure to find a job is high. It feels like a cut from a knife When you don’t know where to spend the rest of your time.
I love the teachers that teach, The teachers that write in scrawling letters that Dance around the whiteboard with colors clashing.
I entered the band room when I was in fifth grade, The man inside looked to me with a smile. I sat down in my chair with my flute that I played, He told me he could tell I had practiced a while.
many skills many thousand skills entering like hotel rooms many students stood in that room before me and will after me, as well receiving a goldmedal, then goldmedal after goldmedal
The Vulva Dress puts the notion of opening conversation and normalizing the vulva through fashion. The intentions for the piece was to strip down the functionality of the dress to completely focus on the folds of the vulva.
In times of stress You were my clarity In times of weakness You were my only chance at strength In times of darkness You were the light at the end of the tunnel
Such a little man But full of heart You've helped me until this day It teared my soul apart Knowing it's been 7 months since you've been gone But the things you taught me have brought me far along
We don't ask for change. And that's fact, not fiction. Not prepared for when they staled, strangled, and suffocated "Language Arts" Then stripped away "Arts,"
Mother, not mother, You take such care for me. I belong to not you, Yet you treat me like me Mother, you're not, The one who gave birth to me, You've built me up as a parent would,
The importance of knowledge to myself, Oh so important, as important as life itself, The acquiring of knowledge is one of many inspirations To keep pursuing my goals, causes, and motivations.
You were a general, And we, your willing soldiers; I knew from day one That I would follow you Anywhere. You led us into battle, Not against others but Against ourselves.
my words have power like thunder in an otherwise quiet night they reach ears miles from their source a crack of light with each ink stain while the message is carried across cities
Again and again and again and again. Every two steps forward is one step back People fight until they’re no longer standing, And no one stops to help them up.
How do you change the world? Through rallies, Through political power, Through fame and fourtune, Through art? Through theatre, Through music, Through dance, Through love?
Seeing the beauty of life is only attainable by freeing yourself of negative energy: Golden gates of bridges divine cross your thoughts and opinions, Full of dominions telling you to dominate your own fears,
A quiet scene, a hushed voice Abandoned rooms and broken toys A silence more deafening than the noise Of the bomb dropped or a gun shot A life that died and has been left to rot
Words full of meanings, Expressing messages, emotions, and feelings,Messages, emotions, and feelingsAbout life, experiences, love, and fear. Lines full of thoughts, Lines charged with decisions and dreams,Dreams that make us choose, Choices that
Shelley, Keats, and Byron: The Romantics or the Tyrannts. Colridge, Wordsworth, and Blake: Men of nature or fate. Jane Eyre, Frankenstein, and 1984: When will we be our own?
Poetry Gives me a chance to say The things my voice can’t manage, And it has taught me That sometimes you say more By not saying anything at all Or just by saying less. You can find more meaning
Since I can remember, probably the age 8 old folks taught me to sit and pray. They gathered around, coming at me from left and right preaching words out loud like, understand you need to
Poems shape our thoughts The deep meanings strike my soul They teach us the world.
Poems are music that you read instead of sing. They could be about anything, like the way the ivy clings. Or the midnight sun in April, the cheering of a crowd,
Poetry, Poetry, you drive me crazy and so knowingly, Do I rhyme or do I free verse, That is the question high school students ask supposedly,
Put that gun down Young one. You may be feeling red, But you’ll be seeing red. If you use that there gun. It won’t solve Nothing. But cause a whole lot of Dread,
Even though the topic of sex makes me feel uncomfortable, there is a problem that needs to be addressed. For years in school, they teach us about sex between a man and a woman,
Poetry has taught me that the more I put on my page, The less chaos I have in my brain, There’s a class of 900-some-odd kindergarteners-who each ate a sheet
Connection with space The blue roses never grow on Earth Yet the words are for the aliens, not the flowers This poetry supports the bridge for two worlds Expression runs through the galaxy
I hate the way some like to say, "Man high school was some bullshit!" Like, "I never learned anything useful!"
I never learned how to apply for a loan. I had to ask my mother how to buy a home. My mind nearly collapses Trying to file taxes. Yet I feel like I’m expected Not to be protected
A size dosen't make you. Your skin dosen't determine how you'll act. Just because you're not smiling dosen't always mean your not happy. What makes you is how you go about thimgs.
Its been long night for my heartA long day for my soulIts burning desire to know what can’t be seenA mooring breeze with the sense of the fruitful cherry blossom Oh its beautiful, the savory flowers of spring and its sense of eternal youthfulness
Its been long night for my heartA long day for my soulIts burning desire to know what can’t be seenA mooring breeze with the sense of the fruitful cherry blossom Oh its beautiful, the savory flowers of spring and its sense of eternal youthfulness
“today” was simply a day yesterday i hardly slept that 9 hours and 13 minutes my alarm predicted i tossed and turned the night prior
Pour the knowledge into my brain, For what a pity it would be For me to learn in turn for me, So pour it in, I'll spray it out, and so on until I'm insane. I can regurgitate ideas!
We're connected, all of us, From Hawking to Epicurus. See those volumes sitting on the bookcase? Each author offers warm intellectual embrace. In a way, we are all one,
In elementary school, administration required my mom to send a handwritten note to excuse me from class My mom always wrote in cursive so I could not read the letter. I felt like a grown up
Dear Education, Thank you for giving us the chance to know, to think, to read, to speak. Thank you for being you, for not discriminating against who can have you. I am sorry that we, the people,
Dear Jamaica, You have raised a bright young girl. One who has a swing in her hips, bounce in her step and a sweet devilish smile. Yes, you have created me.
I know I’m a month lateBut my black history shouldn’t have a dateSee my ancestors didn’t work plantations annually
Dear Mom, As your fingertips lingered on my arm, I felt the chill of struggle strike my bone. Your hair draped across my face, and brought me back to your past.
Dear Secretary DeVos, School, school which I dispise Free me from these prying eyes These cliques and chatter stigmatize The empty walls don't hear my cries As I begrudgingly speak their lies.
I know life can be uneasy. It's not what it's always deemed to be, But you know that it can be, see, Your parents taught you all that you know,
It Wasn't On a Test Dearest professor, Ask me about math And I can recite Formulas Solve equations Even imaginary numbers Ask me about history
It Wasn't On a Test Dearest professor, Ask me about math And I can recite Formulas Solve equations Even imaginary numbers Ask me about history
Dear School Board, You threaten me with your words With your long sentences of gibberish and peanut butter
Dear Family, Thank you guys for all the help,Because I really thought I was going to melt.With all the pressures that high school broughtI really felt like I was being tied in a knot.
Sadness Madness Frowns Argument Groan Educationally and academically the worst experience of all
Because in baby showers the color is already since forever set in stone Because there are people this moment getting discriminated by their God-given skin tone
Dear People With Money, Attending college is tough when the world ain't as sunny. I've learned people like you make my debt appear. And it's also you who brought me great fear.
I was nine and in the fourth grade, I was favorited by the teacher and By my peers. I excelled in class and on the playground, I was the one that brought the fun.
Dear White America, You are not so endearing. I bear the thorned cross of an ethnic name, burdened with baggage instituted, from bloodened roots that cultivated this soil. White American Academia,
Dear society, Thank you for being such a great friend. Thank you for telling women that they are worthless unless they have double-d breasts and wear a size zero. Thank you for telling African Americans that they are only beautiful when they don w
Hey, Mr. Senator, Can you not see This isn't how learning is supposed to be Just take it from me, Under each eye, there's a lavender-shaded valley
We are competitors Everyday at the mark of 7:10 AM, the bell chimes for our competition to begin We compete for the front seats to take better notes We compete for the back seats to sleep discreetly
Students are not reaching their full capacity, Some think it's because they have the audacity, To sit and watch their life spiral down.
Dear Future Joamir,
Teach kids! They tend to learn. Why make school a prison? Teachers should only get to teach. Teach kids!
Curriculum's are set based on trials from various students, but none of those students are me, or you or the person down the road.
Where would a student go? If there was no education The predicament would not be pretty Nothing but pure frustration The doors will be closed And opportunity passes you by One cannot function accordingly
I sit in this small room surrounded by young men and women I look behind my shoulder and see my girl A young delicate jewel who shines above all others. She wears no paint, as many do to make themselves apear as jewels.
>A Relationship is like an intersection that has many different directions. >You have the power to change where you go. >A Healthy Relationship is a GPS giving you many destinations and many ways to go.
The student is where you start.The ultimate level one always in your heart.It is the beginning of all goals.Goals that develop into roles.
Yeah I found the light so now I begin my dream chasingOnce your on this path I promise you that there’s no escaping
Yes, college was really on my mind as I watched my parents going at each other's throats, my uncle throwin in a pinch every 20 minutes, and the kids being hungry. When my world was a modge-podge of
Once upon a time She glided along the castle floors Cold hard marble against her warm soft feet She lived but yet she was not alive
The Beast was mean, but then he turned kind. I came clean, I wanted him to be mine. Happily ever after, you say? Maybe so. But each and every day, I wonder if I should have said no.
I wanted to work with the idea of void that John Stezaker had when he created a collage of ready made post card and filled these images inside faces.
At Last Once upon a time There lived an average girl. She was Asian and American. She excelled in high school, And didn’t care for school. She made them proud, her parents.
There was an evil stepmother named Tuition Her daughters Loan and Debt were on a mission My Fairy Scholarship broke the fall And I met my Prince Degree at the ball But when the clock struck 12 I lost ambition
A student learns The moment I hand in that paper, it is a big thing A big fuck you to the teacher that can’t teach A big help to my grade that needs boosting A big thank you to the friend that gave it to me
Over and over, drilled in my head, Like a broken record; wish to be dead. They say it’s for our future, to help to make us smart.
People say whatever they want without knowledge “1st amendment,” they say. We are different in every way, and that’s what’s beautiful.
it never hits me until it's too late recess, playgrounds, field trips, museums, textbooks, classrooms, no A/C, Speech comp teachers who teach, and those who teach you to teach yourself,
At their desks, too long sitting Emphasizing standardized testing Except in class, we’ve advanced technologically In revolutionizing education, we’re really struggling
Why grades suck: They do. They’re irrelevant. Yet they matter way too much.
I'm in love In love with an America That has raised me so tenderly who gave me my innocent childhood, my love for robots, my passion to change to world. And Yet
We stand up in our highchool classes Unaware of what's going to happen in the next few months Oblivious to any sort of patterns we share To other propaganda techniques My class raises their hand to their heart
Dear America, Why is it that I’m over $40,000 in debt with student loans and I have yet to make $40,000 a year? Dear America, Why is it that my blackness alone is a reason for our police to shoot and kill?
O beautiful for standard tests, For health worth less than grades, For against what the kids request Upon us stress cascades! America! America!
The class stands as one; A uniform system perfected from years of repetiton As the students recite their patriotic manifesto The individuality that allows students to endure the day
America How could you? I trusted you, I believed in you, And now with every passing day I weep As this once great nation is now in shambles. How could we stray so far
Make America Great Again, America was Great. America was Great, January, The third friday, The 20th,
A plethora of people from everywhere have seen it unfortunately, but will they ever feel it, live it, breathe it, or know it? I know I live it and am a nominee, but have not physically endured it - thank God.
Change is inevitable Change the inevitable Life is a repeating bell curve Ups and downs on a massive scale And America is on the down turn - Unemployment: 4.5%
As I stand here and watch, Watch my friends sell drugs, Sell Drugs because they were left behind in school. School system needs to change, Change for the kids. Kids with no bright ideas,
Land of the free. Land of poverty. In this country you’re judged on sexuality, and ethnicity. In actuality, we shouldn’t be a theocracy. We got legality that we can believe,
We teach. Perfection is something our country could never reach. We teach. How could we achieve such a thing when our children want to drink bleach. We teach.
America. The land of the free and home of the brave? No, you're only really free if your skin isnt past a certain kind of shade, and apparently the brave are the ones who openly and continuously exercise their right of the second amendment.
America, the land of opportunity A country under scrutiny. Promising dreams to inspire a nation But only with the proper education. Those with privilege have no doubts, Their money has seen no droughts.
Taught to remember, College is always the main goal, But funds have been low. Middle class falling behind, The average child's bright hope dies.
Does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? It waves but that flag creates shade in my community In the light that it craves
A child who does not believe is not brave. Many feel decieved by the violence and the hate. Every child has the right to life Right to live and to be protected Instead we are teaching them how negotiate
I believe in the education system that tells our youth how to do IT safely rather than not at all. IT. Yes. IT. IT as in sex.
An untold story finds itself, dusty That childhood story you once knew Peeking out on the shelf Holding Brother's Grimm Tales of the Billy Goats Gruff And Cinderella
It's finally come The due date. I've done nothing Regret starts to creep
Somehow Time flew by And it's only two more months Before I close this chapter And begin the next. An eager goodbye to most But forced and choked out for some
I am an American. Living in a country built upon the dreams and aspirations of previous generations, But it appears our country has gone through some alteration
This Nation America Claims to be Learned But We Cannot Find a Way To Give Our Children the Education They Deserve From Elementary School we can see the funds are Preserved Somewhere Else
We have these hands; they give us power To pledge allegiance, to swing a sword To hold hands, to strike hands, to chain hands, to mend hands This is the power to manipulate our physical exterior with accuracy
America the great where we care more about a kid’s GPA more than their mental health. where we are driven by money and not dreams. where the people are lied to, and believe every word.
The class is a Place to be. When i Look Outside. I See People drinking Hennessey. Whats this, they supposed to learn. This is to Show you what they really missed. And hiss.
Will that new car make you happy? Can the latest and greatest phone make you feel less alone? Materialistic things we want give us a smile. But they are merely just temporary tattoos that
I am told to enjoy this last year, And to remember every moment Because there would be many I would hold dear. But I became my own opponent.
I remember it dearly the prospect of opportunity. From my room where I studied, Then I moved forward. Possibilities presumed me.
Moving away from our families Coming to a new city that no one knows We all go through agony Eventually it will all be ok, we suppose
I believe in ME! I always have Don't be negatve Gymnastics all the way! I believe in ME! Other do not I can do it Dream big You can do it I believe in ME!
I am cold. Freezing even. Sitting in a cramped desk wishing I were not at school. My stomach stuffed with noodles
a graduation too poor to attend, the shame2018, I will do more
The students are here. They push and they pull They shove and they scream They cry and howl about silly things They watch and they listen They hear and they learn They try to do better
The future is coming, it’s closing in, it’s imminent Be prepared, figure it out before the rest Decisions made now affect the rest of my life
I always thought a lot about my days there. There with the grey circles and led pencils. I thought about how they’ll reflect my future, And influence those around me's opinion.
They all say i look just like youBut not knowing you made me who i am today I never really bothered to ask why you wouldn't stay Whyd you turn your back?Whyd you make it about you?
Over the course of years, Over the course of days, Over the course of writing this sentence The so-called "future" has changed immensely Similar to how seasons occur Changing colors, changing shapes
New Year, New Breath Goals and Dreams, How to Achieve them? Work Hard, Study Harder Give up on All of It New Year, New Breath Missions and Drives, I Will get Through Hustle until it's Done
She gave up that retirement plan So she could become all that she can Pushing away the money vice She knows what it means to make a sacrifice Gripping on the helm of fate Praying it's never too late
I wish that I can make them happy. I wish I can make it true. But I wish that I didn't have to procrastinate, but hey what can I do? I wish I wasn't so privileged. I wish they understood.
"An epiphany!An epiphany!" they cried.
Teacher told me I'm worthless, then I believed herI was in AVID, but really I wasn't eagerTo be the student, so studious with his features Dropping out like loose change cause I don't need her
This is the evolution of our generation: Documentation of instant gratification, Social media exploitation, Gender roles and misrepresentation.
“Why do you want to be an artist? You have to be creative for that.” “Tattoos will ruin your life.” “People like you can't make it in this world.”
Education equals empowerment, this is what I have always been told but is it really education when you are only afforded specific molds?”You must choose realistic goals” this is something commonly said, watching the childs dream explode in their m
Listen to me my son, you are called to teach; Basically I’m asking you to crawl in deep; But first, we’re gonna have to overhaul your speech;
This is all an eye opener for me Well in the MAN’S eyes As babies, we are taught several things before we grow WE choose what we want to be Then MAN tells us what we MUST do in order to be what WE WANT to be
A year ago I didn't know what I would've considered to matterBut in finding myself, a couple of things have had their heads reared Education, a right punishable by death back when my people were slaves, a defining factorThose sentiments ring as tr
I've found that change is a messenger, And it only brings the thing's we've set for. I've found surprizes this year, like every other, But each was not really anything new, but set.
I've found that change is a messenger, And it only brings the thing's we've set for. I've found surprizes this year, like every other, But each was not really anything new, but set.
Elated and euphoric as I read 23/25 at the top of the page YES YES YES Worthy and filled with pride Momentarily The shortlived victory is overshadowed by the BURN that fuels and torments
In Twenty Sixteen I became 18 I am now a man and college thats my plan I will be there for years Paying will leave me in tears Because a degree Means a lot to me
All this education, and we were never taught to love ourselves. Our knowledge was, instead, forced to be something else. Created in classrooms, within white walls.
The garrulous little girl Rambles her mouth at will Very expressive in her speeches Touching every heart it reaches She is already advanced in her knowledge She should be a stellar student in college
Procrastination became the beginning to my inspiration. A journey debating if fashion was actually my passion. Outspoken, Powerful, and Fighter for my desires. Confidence, and drive developed in such little time.
I'm a smart kid.I can tell you all the lobes of the brain,but I can't figure out how to fix mine.I can identify all the ventricles of the heart,but mine still twists in illogical ways.
I transferred collegesThat was fun Except I stick out like a sore thumb I came from an all girls school With LGBT friends
Adolescent so close to Metamorphosis,Yet so far from reality.Driven by waning time,For time cannot be conquered.‘Tis passing, but my mental state,It was not;
Having been accepted into a college-prep high school, The exhilaration spread through my body like sparks. Enrolled as a dual student in a community college,
"You're hardworking, cute and a great person." He said to me smiling His words moved me so much I was to the point of tears. I ponder about my past of middle school and the hell I went through.
As New Years day came, the words "new beginnings" engraved my soul. I was tired of playing games, and from us taking it slow. I made my decision, i was moving to miami, cause you had my heart.
My story is a rogue escaping from soldiers of corruption. My story is an introduction to society’s disruption. My story is an individual with simplicity to complexity,
Lost and cannot be found. It is in a swirling world that you are bound. You could learn to swim or you could let things take their tole and see where they go.
The struggle to put into wordsThe thoughts that run in my mind like a herd.Shall I speak of my life?Or a fictional lie?Wh
Drained. Here I go. Such a fragile lane. I'm completely emotional. Not a single question has been answered.
Boredom slowly creeps upon me, Like a fog on top a hill. My eyes start glazing over, My brain is standing still. I’m trying to take notice,
Always with me in need Warnings they give take heed Live, laugh, learn and love Their smiles like a dove They provide help and encouragement Their words like a dent
Often, I find myself beset by blues, Often, I see such lunacy. Often, I find myself seeing interviews, Often, I see people as crazy. Often, I find myself depressed by the news, Often, I see insanity.
A guest here – this isn’t my school these aren’t my students and “I would let you work in groups but your teacher said not to.”
Success is my goal. My goal is success. I will get there if I do my best. I must wake up. I must be on time. Success is not easy. Success is a journey. Success is my goal.
Feeling good is a subject. I tend to really neglect. Trying to avoid the things that make me glad. Because most of the things I like are truly honestly bad. I hate the feelings I have when I do the normal thing.
As I toss and turn dreading my alarm sound, I think. If these were my ancestors, they'll be up in a blink. See they couldn't get an education or they'd end up dead.
Single mother Trying her bestRaising three kids
In the morning he bitterly swore Sunlight on his mahogany drawers How much he hated school Because the teachers didn’t care
You're sitting on my desk Laughing and joking and talking with those who stand beside the teacher And I would rather be anywhere else Because you are too close, too near, too much for me to handle
The bell rings in my ear As the light peeks through the curtains Another day has started Dragging me body in fear Of what the day may bring is not certain But my goal is darted
Unlike most, leaving my warm bed does not cause great sorrow, It is no struggle, no challenge, and there is no courage that I need to borrow. I got up today for the same reason as yesterday and tomorrow.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP That's my alarm for me to get up and start the day. I wake up at 5:30 am And for what? Because I know I have to be grateful to wake up at all.
Morning has broken the sky is brokenLiving day to day with words left unspokenEating away because we aren't awokenFeeling like our efforts are in vain, they are token
here my eyes slowly blink i'm not sure what she's saying the mechanical pencil in my hand clicks to reveal some lead click click click i break the thin cyclinder click click click
Cracking I crack the egg I crack my knuckles I crack open my eyes Even the dawn cracks Cracks in half as I begin my day with the rising of the sun As I crack, I wonder;
She asks me, Quieres café? And I respond you are too sweet. Too sweet to the point that I don’t have to take a sip from this Colombian coffee Because you helped me rise when I fell deep and saw nothing but fake images.
puddles reflect many wonders they tales tales that make one ponder but beware for they reflect the present wonders Only oneself can create future wonders Oh puddles you make me ponder
Poetry. I hated poetry. Elevated language and misplaced line breaks infuriated me. Poems were written by dead white dudes with something to prove and nothing to say. Then I found William Carlos Williams.
Why is it?
This class is really dumb. Time doesn’t seem to ever pass. But I’m starting to feel numb, to the idiocy of our class. Our teacher’s lessons seem muddled,
I am the early bird Leaving my nest on the daily to catch my worm But I am not your usual early bird, For I just never catch the worm. The early bird that’s always unlucky.
I am an emotive voice expressed through pen and paper, but once was uncapable of being heard because six plus years of bully beat downs made fear seal every word.
Abroad I battle challenges with hope Despite the nightly toil and days alone, The songs of poetry to soothe my soul The world of words to make me whole once more. Left I the motherland four years ago
I have endeaverd on a journey in hopes to climb till we win, and granted I am young, and this journey to just begin. But I feel I've climbed mountains, but yet I must climb on,
All come into the world in the same way We spend nine months in warm darkness Then when it is time we are cast away Into the cold bright sharpness
I realized I was glassy-eyed Claiming my life was a surprise To these times when they capitalize Off the lies and the truth-tellers Were sacrificed. When I self-actualized I was no longer pacified
Walk with me, Lord! Walk with me!Walk with me, Lord! Walk with me!While I’m on my pilgrim journey,I need You, Jesus, to walk with me. Say it loud Im black and I’m proud
Throw away the smiles Bring home the fear Forget to calm the child Rage the storm unclear I stand on the shore Alone, as a mess unfolds Water tickling my toes Searching for more
simple yet perplexing difficult to procure yet comes with ease borrow my sight for a second.... I'll borrow yours ideas clashing, ideas intertwining shackles broken, minds freed a true menace to the tyrant
"You can't learn," he says stern. "You will fail," he preaches. But is it the fault of the students who can't learn, Or the man who can't teach us?
What's in a degree for you and me, Time well spent or time merely lost? How high a fee, how great a cost! What's the reward? What can we be? We strive to be the bosses of our selves,
Allow me to take the time out to introduce you to This piece of paper and pen See, we go way back When there was nothing, But respect for your elders And actually holding a conversation. But you see
Fathers, Teach them well 1. Lose your hatred 2. Lose your fear 3. Fear of the other 4. Fear of their ways 5. Ways to win 6. Ways to ruin
1. Toss aside your signs and pick up your gait2. The line is long for those pleading for gain3. Yet grit can’t be defeated by mere hate
Here is a villanelle structured poem in iambic pentameter that offers a word of advice to the BLM movement...
Some think the future will be scary Some think the future will be lovely like Febuary I'm thinking of the latter Some will tell me it doesn't really matter The outcome will depend on your contribution
Quiet desolation Unborn innovation Plateaued potential of the mind As simple as a sentence
Let me share with you a storyInvolving wolves in sheep’s clothingHidden in Google’s dark woodsOn the lambs they keep enclosing
We may be good We may be bad But we all must look forward Because our future lies ahead.
Every year since kindergarten, We begin with a journal entry. Entering our thoughts on our day, and writing for over a whole century.
In school we learn so many things We learn the rules, the terms, the strings. We learn what is wrong and how to get it right. We learn the facts that have governed life In math we get the formulas to solve
"How do you feel?" They ask me When in actuality They say "You better be fine" I'm so sick Of being a prisoner Of this education system That swears it's on my side
Please don’t refer to us as “batches” y’know, like prototype after prototype after prototype we didn’t ask to be struck and burned out like matches and while you wait for the time we’re ripe,
You think you're above us all, you think you're so special You think you're top shit ‘cause of your academic level While it's good to have all of your shit together Having high grades doesn't make you any better
Education, noun. The process of receiving or giving systematic instruction Usually in a school or university, according to the oxford dictionary. So why has it turned us to mindless obstruction
It's Benchmark time again Let the pain begin Let the boredom sink in And your thoughts turn grim We thank you gods of state For the test we now take We will try not to shake
Before my first breath, I attended class Listening to voices and what they said Words too complex for my understanding Yet their inflections and tones stirred within Little did I know, I’d find a career
Children are our future we should value them as such Education is important, and it isn't asking too much To fund our universities and schools with as much money as we can
Protective pillars stacked around me, pages of promise, worn and loved. I am safe. Lives to live through, lessons unfold. I learn. Travel through time and traverse the world. I grow.
If I were stuck on an island, what would I bring?A person, an idea, or maybe a thing.Stuck on an island, what do I do?I will count on my mom to help me get through.
I have felt pain in my life. The kind of which many can relate. I know that pain, therefore I know the idea of fate. You end up down and out finding yourself without cause. Even sometimes finding yourself clinging to social withdraws.
Hold on let me think..one thing I can't live with out? Is Knowledge. One thing I can't go without is knowledge. Everybody knows that knowledge is power. If we have knowledge then the world is ours!
To create something from nothing, Is a skill that I hold, A master chef I will be, Or so I am told, If I were to be left with nothing, I would not want to forget, My extreme love for cooking,
Thy desolate land cannot contain, the phenomenon of which is so mundane; And yet from each eternal ray of light, thou continues to amaze with everything right. A glimmer, a response, none without; the true light within.
Living without learning everyday would be crazy, If it was gone we would all seem lazy, It means so much in life because it is the only way, The only way we know how to do besides pray,
Excuse me? Yeah, I’m lost. Broken. A little confused. “Write what you know,” you say; I’m sure it’d be easy for you. Because we don’t have anything to say; we don’t have anything to do
Sometimes all it takes is one. Two is a couple and three is a crowd, but one is the difference that you need to separate between a few and many. Many revolutions grew from a few select thoughts ignited by action like gunpowder to flame.
Trapped The cure to cancer The answers to the unsolvable All stuck inside the mind of a young millenial Trapped by the crushing barriers of expensive college tuiton And of course, Student Debt.
I'm not great at school- Never have been So when it came time to look at colleges we were never sure I'd make it in And that was always okay with me I already hated school even before I had to pay for it
Their owners were scared of mental liberation, What could only be found with an education. Forced ignorance squanders original thought Lowering expectations, fueling blind spots.
This room is full of delicacies want for consumption.It is world renown and with much success with coin.The scent attracts all and the sights they should please...But a problem not yet understood is revealed.
On this island it's just me and you. You have everthing I need all in one. Without you it's like I'm missing what is important to me. On this island it's just you and me.
Like the wings of an angel, you allow me to soar On to utopian universes and entire new worlds. Rusted Gears crank in my brain as obscure Orders of midnight letters jump off of the stark white page to
All I need is my culture. The blood of the Meshika flows through my veins Know that my ancestors were not the Aztecs, For that name was coined by the European imperialist
they say learning is meant to be fun and make you happy but i can't really remember it ever being like that. it's so cliche and worn out to be complaining about it but i can't really think of anything else to say.
I need college cash (break) And for that, I need scholarships (break) Please give me money
I always got my best grades in art class Participation grades are where it's at because As a below-average student, even I could pass I always got my best grades in art class.
When I walk in late, Don't criticize me. There will come a time When one day, it will be, You and not me, That will be late you see. Because maybe your child Was as sick as me.
The first book I ever read was about a chicken and a wolf. The Wolf wanted to eat the chicken so the chicken hid until the wolf went away. I was five.
They see the shiny outside,the one that looks brand new.They see the gloss and all they think is“That’s what I want, too.”
Curious is the babe, wide-eyed and new. Hungry for an answer, questions they'll ask you. A little older now, observing the world around. More answers they seek, with new questions they've found.
One thing I cannot live without is my book. My book is knowledge. To live without knowledge is like living without words. Words help create a vision. I envision my life without my book.
Dear Teachers, The answer is no, I did not do my homework last night. “Why?” You ask, waiting for an excuse that will be dismissed before the words leave my lips.
Education. It's what we need to succeed. It's what this world has come to to grow. It is a piece of paper in the distance. A diploma as you will, waving in the air.
Love must be the protest, That never reaches the businessman. Leaving paint to dry upon cardboard signs, Never to be heard, but to be spoken by many. And so today, And for all of my tomorrows,
Hey, is anyone out there listening?Where are the ears to hear?Her heart is opening wide;can you feel her agony?Does any one care?Her tears are falling.There are secrets in her soul
I should not be bitter I should not be green I do not even know my fate But I see you around the globe I see you. I see your charmed life I see your opportunities I see
It’s 7 am and you are already here. Nice and early, we have no time to waste. You will rise before the sun does, because nothing about the process is natural, but it is “necessary.”
It can't stop. It won't stop. you feel the heat and it ain't hot. I see red lights, cameras flashing, and people crying, day and night, screaming, "They killed my baby, Oh my god! they killed my baby, what am I gone do.
I was born in December of 96 A winter baby indeed I am left handed, so strange as being the first girl to mommy Three big brothers a father and a momma, but never a full house So to prosper was a must
There were no tears or excitement Just an unfeeling creature who pretended not too understand The severity of this life changing event
I have noticed so much potential in the eyes of young adults, in the eyes of children, in everyone. And everywhere I go I see this little spark. This spark is precious. To compare that spark, think of a budding plant.
Slam The doors crash shutThe lights flicker ofThe flesh escapes. Slam The tears roll downThe face turns redThe heat boils up. Slam
In school They teach us the syllabus We listen with diligence We memorize with our eyes But we hear things they do not realize
Living a life full dreams and pondering where I would be, fathoming the things of this world that I could bring. Staying humble and hard working is part of the game unless you give it up and end up in a life of shame.Why so ambitious.
Teach me how to learn I know how to pass this test But how do I learn?
An educator’s ears do not listen An educator’s ears only hear What goes in goes out the other ear. An educator does what is expected
The focus of school has turned on us Administators no longer showing student trust. As a student I call for a change Of a society open to not-perfect grades. Students work hard, day and night
I am not the kind of person who just lets go Relaxes, lets loose, and just goes with the flow I cling tight to the future!With dreams ill get better But with every step I just get wetter and wetter As I'm drowning in homework And drowning in seas
The fluorescents blink almost as fast as you when you're uncomfortable, And of course we don't know what we did wrong, but the wax on the floors might.
480 million dollarsGone, wasted, sent to StickneyMaking me feel sickly Because even basketball playersMake more money than the teachers in this city
She's afraid to come to school because she's treated so cruel Nothing ever seems right when she's there how can all of this be fair? She won't take her life because of them instead she'll fight for her life
It’s funny to think about school, and how the goal is to prepare you for the real world. To mold your mind with a strict curriculum so you can be imaginative and think for yourself.
I am not a numberYou cannot quantify meMy worthBy a number less than 4Or greater than 200 You cannot apply your labelsAnd your boxesYou cannot make my world black and whiteOr make me exist In 2 dimensional space I am a goddessAn ethereal beingGre
This is my home I don't call it my home by choice but simply by association I work a full time job and have classes every day I simply dream of laying down and resting if only for a moment
What happens when caps and gowns become funeral garments to the mourning? Eulogies being given by the Valedictorian To a student body adorned by honor’s sashes tear stained
Everyone says that college is all about drinking. That college is all about sex. They say college is the time to party,
What I want, is what I get Highschool went by without a sweat. Striving hard to become the best... But not at acing those awful tests Partying and friends was all I cared for Not those perfect SAT scores.
In September, I walked into a supermarket Fairly nondescript, Looking for some kind of Back-to-School kit. The banner hangs limp, languid, A lame flag lolling on lengths of lemon tinted line,
MENA. The Middle East and North Africa. Eleventh of March, 2003 UNESCO Institute of Statistics- Quote.
I was brought on this earth to do amazing things, so I believe. I watch people everday work that nine to five with such ease.
Montanna is the name, procrastination was always my game, I would never learn until it caused me stress and insane pain, And indeed this fall semester I procratinated and it was a no gain,
Einstein may have once said"Everyone's a genius.But if you judge a fish byIt's ability to climb a tree,It will live its whole lifeBeleiving that it's stupid." There's more truth than you think to that.
A horse is a horse o corpse, o corpse. So why are you molding kids into work machines? Or did you not realise that some schools are Mac and others are forced to be PC. Painfully characterized.
The oppotunity awaits It is all around See how much one person can make With the work of thier hands With the will of thier mind But which path should be taken? To go all the way
The young boy was so quick to pick up a gun but never a book the young girls so eagered to twerk something but never to desire to learn something they wonder why they never earn nothing like respect
How difficult it is to be a student! You always have to read and write, and learn!
Tick Tock The robots The screens The rotting forgotten dreams They're back in the house the grey building of academia and hysteria
I am just a voice, A voice drowning in a chorus of others. Others, who are important, who will change the world. The world, the world was my oyster. I was the best. I was a soloist.
I thought it all made sense back then. I didn't have the idea down yet. Sure you can say it was way back when, but it doesn't excuse my regret. My life had tumbles and falls and I thought I had it rough.
The College Board. What a horrid name for an equally horrid institution. It decides our futures based on the experiences of our pasts to guide our presents. It presents us
The Strength of My Soul By: Jomar A. Mendoza Inside my soul, There lies the source of life. That very thing is a combination Of the souls of my ancestors.
Who do you want to be? Half-truths, An uncomfortable smile, A fidget. Am I supposed to know? What do you want to do now? The question I've always yearned to hear-to answer.
Long, curly, black hair-- better than mine. Dark brown eyes, but-- we look alike. Book after book-- time flies by. We don't read the same, but-- we think alike.
You're a bitch. Calling out someone for not knowing how to do a problem Isn't helping them learn. You're an ass. Making fun of a student for not being able to speak clearly
School is all about fun apparently and being funny or being funny looking but
My family and I Are all very close The 7 of us Go day by day living life Experiencing new Georiga And all the fun things to do We love living here And being together
I wasn’t fortunate with the good work ethic genes
School...ugh. Means getting up early. Studying a lot. Doing homework until I have a headache. Listening to a teacher run his/her mouth for hours.
School, don't worry I'll get trough. I won't let peer pressure tie me down, I'm not going to let myself frown. I'll be happy, and get trough, because I own to get to. Wow, look at my grades rising,
I am a Black Girl. I am another individual in society. I am a Lost Black Girl. Trying to find my place in this world but I always end up heading in the Wrong direction. But I know one thing
Am I the child that begs? The child that wants more, Because I'm hungry but not for food? Am I the child that crawls? The child on hands and knees, Because I can't take a step but can walk?
What do I find awesome? Education and the fact that it helps me blossom Everything from reading to color coding notes Reading lets me discover new worlds and teaches me cool new words
What do I find awesome? Education and the fact that it helps me blossom Everything from reading to color coding notes Reading lets me discover new worlds and teaches me cool new words
What do I find awesome? Education and the fact that it helps me blossom Everything from reading to color coding notes Reading lets me discover new worlds and teaches me cool new words
Awesomeis getting into grad schooleven ifyou don't know how you'll pay for it. Awesome, is waking up everysinglemorningto do what you love
Astronaut, cowboy, or fireman. That’s what I used to say when I was a kid. Over the years the answer changed, but the enthusiasm stayed the same. The excitement of life tomorrow
Science is an explanation To the ways of the world And the inner workings of nature. A system for everything. It all works this way, or that, Together, in perfect harmony.
I am a Queen, a supreme human being I bleed gold and my words are bold I am a Black Queen, though it may not be easy being green Being black can be just as bad, sometimes even sad But as a Queen, I take pride
Have you asked yourself"What's the meaning of Life?"Happiness, wealth, dealing with strife?
Mommy and daddy raised me to be a butterfly
What have I done? A new life? How can I care for it? I’m not strong enough. I’m so young. I made the mistake.
I stand before you, I don't judge A sea of faces Many colors but all the same You all have potential to dream the dream To live a life full of passion, the world changers.
At first, I said nay until she came my way to brighten up my life; to ease up my pains. I had yet to hear from miracles; that they existed in plain, or plainly insisted
They say I'm crazy, I'm all alone But thats not true, they just don't know That while they party, drink and dope I think of my future with excess hope Where I can travel, near and far
How does one act white? Do I have to speak proper English and wear nice clothes? Do I have to get good grades and not cuss all the time? If that's acting white, then yeah I guess I act white.
I have never understood history
The Gardener Not waking up naturally in the morning. It’s a force that obliges me to wake up. It’s the neighbors gardener, why is he here so early? The sound of the lawn mower scares my sleep away.
A video in support of education and teachers, made to show solidarity with the BC Teachers during their strike in 2014.
We live in a world where opinions are wealth. Money is power, and power is stealth. Power wipes out the people with concerns.
It feels like I'm blind and cant see, like I'm stranded in the middle of the sea, like I'm submerged under water and can't breathe, like my sarrows are an obvious fact that no one will believe.
I walk into school
To be or not to be that is the question that I now face. As I stare into the eyes of my, oppressor? No? Possibly. I suppose it all depends. Depends on how I view
Oh brother! Can I ask what you looking for But wait for some sec Lemme tell u wat Am Looking For. I wish I could Fly like a Bird What am looking for i'll Continue Looking for till I become white beard
My bones were feeble My breath had weathered My voice can be heard as a bare, cracked whisper And I listen at how fragile we are... For which my lungs, they were thirsty for air
A kid who just wants to be heard Someone who wants success Others look at him and say oh my he's blessed They don't know the pain, the problems Of always wanting to be the best His parents are proud of him
I dance everyday.
Stuck in the same routine, change only when I come clean,mean what I say everyday, it's the only path to a brighter way,light comes throught from within, grin with relief from forgiven sin,
17 years young still don’t know who I am 17 years young I still don’t understand Without the music, the pictures, the friends I still try hard to make a trend I just got to comprehend
I sit around; my eyes flare up above.
N- not your average student O- on his journey to success A- always intelligent, astute and prudent H- heavily motivated to do his best J- just preparing for his future O- obtaining clues to a proud life
When I was 3 years old a do
They’re breaking the orchid ribs,
what they forget is that humans cannot be quantified or simplified
I know America I can speak it But not sing it For I sing unusually In a separate language “Mi vida Americana”
Come, Sit down and view my world Let me take you in They say my name As if it is I that should be ashamed. And yet, I win another battle
The life for me is fraught with unknown, It's an inner aggression with a boisterous tone. One half desires to thrive and succeed, the other wants to only exercise a good deed.
Infinite number of uses Touching, holding, & transportation
Struggled, cried, the tears I wept My dream of music had a passionate affect I wanted to be a music teacher but it was out of reach The only thing I wanted to do was teach Later on my tears dried
Misunderstood, misconceived. Judgment by society. Look to me, what do you see? Silence unjustifiably.
I look at myself in the mirror.
I'd rather my mirror speak truth than lies When a reflection meets my eyes Rather be an elder at my final hour Than a newly sprouted flower Better to be tattered and worn Than word left unsworn
I am independent, strong, and ambitious I’ve got goals, aspirations, that are oh so vicious Because I don’t hold myself down, I keep myself up
Where am I going? What am I doing? That's how I lived my life. Question after question, Never clear what I wanted. Until reality hit me. Waisting potential. Missing my chance to live my dream.
We are pushed to be perfect everyday Ridiculed when average at best I do not care I will not care My father screamed and tore out his hair six year old me spelt a word wrong again I do not care
I'm prejudged, because of..
Cold, heartless, maybe thoughtless? Maybe she's just smart, and she never flaunts this. The quiet type, not one to be involved, with the stupid things that matter, not at all.
As I sit at my desk I look at my clock It hits midnight and I know it’s gonna be a long night I look down and realize No words Half done Nothing Shouldn’t have waited until last minute
When did arts and crafts turn into powerpoints and drafts
A small city with big dreams Nothing but opportunity
The road to success is marked with signs and always under construction. To make something new out of what was old, there must first be destruction.
I look int
I Am MusixBut not only so.For You See,I am also human,And must also bewhat must surely be comin'!I am laughter.So bright and omniscientWith Lenses focused
i heard a child scream once, only once, and it was the sound of Algebra, the Cold War, global warming, but also a mango seed scraping wood to etch grammar rules.
I am from colonial style homes, From Sunday morning church and Bible study Wednesdays. I am from the fall leaves on the driveway. (Various oranges, glowing, It tasted like apple spice pie.)
All in all, you're just a brick in the wall But without you they all fall.
Look at all of us, standing in a line, aren't we so wise? Pushing dimes and nickles and crying tears out of our eyes We have no choice. We just can't fly when you bastards keep pulling out every feather
Truth be told Sometimes I have no idea
I remember being a kid, and a white man called me a "wetback' I went back to my mom with the word, and said "what's that?' She asked where I got it from, and cried when she heard
You're beautiful. You're inspiring. You're flawless. I wanna be you. I wanna know you. I'm scared to talk to you. I don't know if you'll talk to me. You'll never like me. I'll never be you.
And, we don't all live in Ferguson, MO.
momma told i was beautiful momma told me i could concore the world but the world concore me, the world gave me a different aspect momma told me "oh shut up" what is beauty in a world fill with super models
America the greatest Where everyone is racing to the top But how unfair that some had a head start to the Race For example, Africans did not gain their freedom until 1865 (The Civil War)
Ever am I reaching The brink of greatness I am breaching
They don't really know who I am, They only see what I choose to show them, You guys don't know I'm secretly a fem, I do the dirty for that green, But men are just so mean, I am now a lesbian.
While your young, your told to live a certian way People teach you how to talk, what to say Everyone looks, judgement in there eyes. People talk, but all you hear are lies. Noone can tell you who you are,
All of my friends tell me how "lucky" I am, because I'm so "smart"They think that because my grades are better than theirs that I'm "gifted"
What to change I mean there's a lot of things Death ,pain, even the insane Happiness this would being But for how long Before we ponder Our own existence Are minds would wonder
Urban schools, recieve no help Play with the cards that we are dealt
Stifling sounds of a chair colliding with the adjacent wall send vibrations throughout my room.
Loud obnoxious talkative laughter Eyes wondering in a motion of chaotic fashion With no awareness of the stage's scamper
My etiquette Class is unique, Amongs many we have our own technique Its a combination of different tribes and we are been taught not to take bribes. We are taught by different teachers
Life and Journey, Two different meanings One connotation. Education is extremely imortant so they say. Money will make your life easier so they say. But were we really put onto this earth,
Sit up straight, read your books and do your homework. Jimmy, don't talk that way, dont walk that way, dont sit that way.
Speaking for others has never been my style,but I promise you this will be worth your while.
I can't speak out to say, "I don't know how," without feeling ridiculed. I don't know how to get through life If I can't even make it through a math class in high school. Maybe I'm dumb,
Could you feel me leave; and climb so high to see the world at my feet? Steady storms ashore, but I'm the iris and I just want more It's in the stars: the treble in my heart will be heard on Mars, for
Knowledge fills me and leaves me uplifted, it's taken me to heights that I could never have predicted, changed my life for the better. My priorities have shifted, showed me ways to heal my heart scars where pain was inflicted.
The sun is as bright as an oncoming headlight from a slow approaching car at the peak of darkness Wrapped in mother's arms; Young, grumpy, and hungry Heavy hearted and sweaty, she feels love instead of pain now
There's so much to life that you just gotta be happy, Now I'm not just here trying to be all sappy But life is too short to be down So make your day by day goal to never never frown And never say never, ever
Looking forward to that last year in highschool. Ready to let go and graduate.
Music is the key to everything that flees
the cool breeze whispers over my skin rustles the leaves above a songbird's call trills above the chatter of a squirrel playing in its drey. I lay on a fallen tree once a mighty giant
Held in place by the light, we die happily, Wise in our time. The solid light suspends us, upends our minds
Shameful spirits are surrounding me, who wants to see me fail
The room is too warm My palms are sweatty He paces, glancing at the pages. Time is running out I read fast but nothing sticks in my mind. I can't remember the answeres. He glances my way and i flinch.
I know this, I know this, I know this, I don't, I do. I understand how to find the acceleration of a runner when given the change in time but I don't know what that runner would
I’d change the homophobia, the fear and the hate, The suppression of expression we face each day, The way they look at us as though we’re not quite right,
Summer slips away and we students rush in to the facilities that torment us so. We'll spend hours a day in chairs of stone, forced to learn things we don't wish to know.
In summer, there is fun in the air and uplifting spirits everywhere. Fall's here now, but the problem is everyone's spirit goes in a frizz. No one likes math, science, or gym,
I run into an open sky. I watch the sunset and within the orange and pink horizon I see me. I see myself at just 5 years old walking into a new surrounding. I see my teacher anxiously awaiting
i will be a stronger person. i believe in myself and my determination. i shall make my family proud and seek my education.
The world has become full of destruction Going on a downward spiral causing an eruption All the people filled with anger and hate Make it hard to earn your keys to the holy gate
Easer shavings cover her desk Accompanied by packet reviews , class notes , and yet Knowledge falls into her thoughts at quarter till four She pours her third cup of coffee as she tries to ignore
Here we are in the best four years of our life, We stared this jorney in a new world, it became urworld, and soon we will have to leave this world. Sometimes between exams and friends the world beats us down,
Stand tall, straighten your toes Student, Your strides should be steady steps Forward School is a necessary distraction Present your projects, prioritize,
Middle Tennessee State University holds me strong, In its arms, I can see my future career can't go wrong. Down in the south, I find my passion, love, and knowledge,
A cold day But I have to get through it Can you imagin feeling what im feeling Do you know what i go through Even if you think you do , you dont For right now ill let you think you do
I was on a train headed back to my college after visiting home for the weekend. I took advantage of the ten-and-a-half hour ride to write an essay for World Literature. English is my intended major
As I have gotten older, school has become less and less
My name is Jahmire, I'm at a point in my life where I must face my fears and remove the bitter taste of tears. Time to look in the mirror, emotionally see things clearer, finish my intellectual and moral education and be something pure.
The pattern of the clocks...each tick cuts through empty thoughts.Blood pumps through little veinsThat lay neatly upon solid bone.Hours at a time
Am I wrong for being different, unlike the typical boys? The ones who sag their pants to the floor, as I look around it feel like I am unsure
Friday Such despair I feel throughout the week,
I took a walk into the trees, Alone and without fear. The wind whistled through leaves, A song that was just for me.
I am stuck in a four wall room, Hoping not to end up all gloom, Like rats we fight for the top, Only to fall and drop, Soon I'll end up under a tomb
The person beside me didn't study but I heard they got a 92 seating looking at my test doesn't even look like I tried my best.
You only hear ambience But I hear music. The air swirls around me The world breathes to the beat of my heart, A constant, pulsating light: Strings, percussion, and a choir of Earth's creatures.
Memories are what stitch us together, Allowing us to smile through anything. Those old conversations, The long laughs we shared, Crazy adventures we courageously became part of.
Money. Status. Power. Prestige. Four things I couldn't care less about. My calling is more; more than a suit, tie and casual Fridays. More than sitting behind a desk and answering phones.
I’m goodHow about you?“I’m good too” they sayBut I both know that’s a lie becauseLittle black numbersVerdana 11 black fontEach curved elegantly, but rigidremind me that I have nothing left
What is it that gets me going? Get the blood rushing and my brain flowing Imagination running superspeed Many ideas formulating future a masterpiece Inspired much by nature and others but it is I that will lead
Hey! This is a poem that I wrote describing the unfair economic system in America and how I feel being a woman of color in the USA and the daughter of refugees.
Summer is over but not all fun is goneits time to start art projects and get them done!thinking outside of the boxits almost a way of getting H
This last year of highschool time, the best friends i've met in all my life line On this graduation day on this last cheer, we will laugh and have fun until the sun sets here
A strong grip on my spear of light,
towards the ground. painless frown. Towards the Sun. Contagious Jubilation.
A lavender sky Shadows caressing the clouds and millions of laughing stars The vivacious sun ignores the moon's protests and takes her into his arms I lay, entranced by the wonder around me
Music is the melody to my soul It helps me stay in control Oh the bright sun takes a toll The night sky is my song Yet it is not so long I love to write and think It makes my heart sync
Bang, Pow, Wham Limbs hitting punching bags at all different angles. Rainbow colored belts are everywhere.
Being an immigrant can only lead you so far Trying to break the bars and making everyone equal Crossing the border can be hard Everyone deserves an equal education
Am I wrong for wanting brighter days? Am I wrong for trying to learn? Am I wrong for wanting sucesss? As i get older i feel judged on my every move. Why cant I grow up? Why cant I get wiser? Why cant I want to achieve my future success?
He looks at me with a face of bitterness and resentment
I've been called strange And maybe deranged Because my views on school aren’t the same When August rolls around- I cheer! Hip-hip-hooray for the new school year! Oh, no, you too?
She can make cry and feel pain, remember the past and forgetting today
PAC rats fill the school and can't wait for the class of arts. They want their English class to end and their choir class to start. Music and theatre are what motivates them to come to school.
Four score and seven years ago This blasted class began. I have a dream that One day the learning will end. I dream of a different world, One conceived in liberty-- Or at least freedom from homework!
Anxiety like sugar in my veins forces my weak knees to rattle. Bumping the desk in front of me as I slowly undetectably lose focus. Undeniable to the students near to me, but unnoticed
If I stay....
I feel hated I see the faces Of the people who hate me The people with a darker complexion than me Asians, Mexicans, African Americans Not all but some The list goes on and on
Why are we called only smart When we excel in Math or Language Arts Great athletes who struggle in these fields Are called dumb, despite their amazing yields
Not many people enjoy my chocolate shell They tear me apart until they reach my vanilla cream center They drown me in a white liquid To subsidize my taste Why am I not good enough
I planned my sister's future today: First, she needs to learn German. Nevermind that she's never shown an interest in languages
may not belong to a family now,
The sun shining down, It’s a brand new day. Meet new people, See new places. Be a new person. After all you’re only in college once. So why not make the best of it.
She used to be the girl wrapping up school lunch to take home She used to be the girl who never had new clothes She used to be the girl who needed help They are the family that sleeps hungry
when i was little i'd look up at my teacher and say "i wanna be a queen
He’s kind The kind of boy, the kind of heart you keep,
Success is accomplishing your goals and never giving up keeping your head up being able to bounce back from failure Succes is what you live for
Every person has a dream, A goal that becomes their motivation, But not every dream succeeds, And those that do are lucky. Lucky enough to brave the endless monsoons of obstacles;
Not all that many years ago: An education once was a dream and a goal, an education not everyone was sold $.
It seems sometimes, with this seperation of body from soul That we can all become blind, invisioning the staircase in the tunnel to our goal It seems sometimes, that we are all alone when we focus on ourselves
She walks the halls with her arms wrapped around her books that are strapped to her chest. Everyone makes fun of the way she is but her posture tells a story few will ever know.
This poem is not important.
Call me a beaner, Say I'm going to be nothing but a fucking cleaner. All they want is a stereotype to stick in a position, Where you have no ambition. They say to go back to the homeland, What land?
I want to...fly past pain's sky always taunting me, she teases me She told me I'd never get away The way I dread-locks pain inside me She shacked up with her man, Misery They play sad tunes on strings
Compartmentalize, Idealize, try to forget the lies,Pretend it doesn't hurt when they laugh at the color of my eyes,the size of my thighs, the lack of high IQ in my mind, forget for my own benefit,
What kind of person are you?
Into the woods of every city patty cakes are made by bakers men with affections for pyrex and bitter soda thunderous claps insight a familiar shuffle the bell is broken an avalanched of witnesses
John Dominique once said, “You cannot kill truth. You cannot kill justice.
I like to think I'm strong I used to be smart I used to think I had some feelings bottled in this heart. Maybe I used to be good looking once. What the heck are women?
Look all around you and tell me what do you see? Are people fighting for originality? Or hungry to be like you and me? This world lacks individuality, imagination and innovation.
Extremely sarcastic professor Wants every student to impress her She twists the rules just as she chooses And grades the papers as she muses She sends them to the supervisor Who admits he’s none the wiser His rules are even more convoluted And so
Maybe she liked the pain, Hell, maybe she loved the pain. Or maybe she just misses the pain. Because you see, it's a different kind of pain.
The chaos, the frustrations It all seeps from your pores like an infection How can something so positive become negative within an instant? You crush and demolish As though you are a dump truck
Everyone eventually leaves this tangible place called earth. No matter how one feels about themself, they will impact someone. How do you know if you've impacted a person?
She longs to be different, Because her greatest fear is that she could be her. Flesh and blood that created her and brought her to life is the same thing that has haunted her. How can one destroy such innocence?
The future is a monster is a monster in my head, I can lose focus of the curriculum that I once though was a load of shipped work. The future is the demon that provokes my stress.
Do you hear the evolution Of the revolution?
16 and confused. Who am I supposed to be and what am I supposed to do? 17 and unhappy. No friends, no point. School doesn't mean anything to me. What a waste of time...
Whenever I open up ISIS That's the website for our finances I see thousands of due charges It seems cruel for them to do this When all I've ever wanted to do is
He hurries and he rushes
I pictured my dream A life-long craving to love But no one to love
Word after word
Hang him from the nearest tree A place like school is not for thee 2 adults were killed today One student injured Back in the day
You’re looking out your window tonight So many things running through your mind You feel like you’ve lost who you are You want to find your way back to the start But you can’t, oh no, you can’t
In this torturous classroom I sit in row 5, seat 3 and to my right in row 4, seat 3 sits the most beautiful boy I've ever laid eyes on. Every time we make eye contact I feel a rush of warmth
We all have a dream Laying awake or up at night It's that one thing You can't stop thinking about I want to teach My students will soar We can all make a difference I'm going to start early
Do I look like
I fear failure I long for success I love learning And I learn everyday I like to imagine my future At the age of 22, I’d be graduated from college I would get up and get myself to work
What makes me tick is the anger I getWhen they try to be little me, make me feel as though mywords are less than their’s…I’m not as powerful as everyone else, they think I deserve the short end of the stick…
When I walk into work the air is cloying The musty glow of past play-sweat clinging to the air, The whipping of sugar has begun in the back Building the wispy crystals into pastel clouds
SilenceDisruptedThe lap of wavesThe cry of a gullPassing overAlien formsFormless featherless thingsNaught but ripples
Where is the wisdom now lost? Is convenience really worth the cost? Books replaced for screens and instant streaming; Concertos and Symphonies for banging and screaming.
Special credit and thanks to Mr. Elliott Morgan--YouTuber, comedian, and thinker of deep thoughts. (Quote at bottom, courtesy of the aforementioned.) Oftentimes we lose the meaning, or the point.
Education is an opportunity to have. It provides us knowledge about world. In different shapes and sizes all of us are bound to become a somebody.
I exist within a beat A moment of synchronized sound. An instance, determined by an ongoing tempo.
I have notlistenedto anything you have justfinished explaining.Forgive me butI was daydreaming about somethingmore important to me thanwhatever it was you said.
I join the throngs of hungry people in aligning my life with the blueprint, desperate to complete everything perfectly in order to reach uptown utopia. Fear plagued everyday activities.
She stopped on by to say hello Although she knew no one was home She really hoped with all her heart That she could find somewhere to start
In this crumbling world we all become self absorbed taking money over love gaining nothing but an overactive ego by pointing out others flaws theres nothing to stop this world from ending
They tell me that I need to search That all I have to do is look and I can find it. Easy for them to say. Yet here I am having a fit, Trying to find this little shit.
One-thousand dollars towards a college education.
A Bump in the Road I've learned to do things on my own Along the journey, I have grown Paths I've taken aren't always sunny It's kind of challenging being low on money.
He was that person who made you wonder who he was,
My story goes unspoken The pain went unknown,
7 billion people in the world as of today Asians, Africans, Europeans, we got it each and every way What makes us different? The color of our skin or how we look?
I want to go back, Back in time. When God created the world. I want to see Jesus with his disciples at the Passover. I want to see Him rise from the dead. I want to watch Moses
All I want is to learn how to teach
The word c
Tick My dream makes my heart beat My ambition feeds my soul The journey which I seek Will take me through many tolls I have to work hard to pay my dues
Inspiration What is inspiration but a fanny pack full of hammy down quotes from people no different than you or I. Or is it indifference that allows one to be different. "Haters gnna hate!"
Walking down this road I called home Thinking of all my dreams that seem so far to reach My mind and heart whispers courage but reality seems to crush my dreams
Regret and Anger tries to take hold. Pain and Sorrow leaves me cold. I feel it deep within, a storm breaking thru, trying to take control, of how I hate you. A heart you were given
We're all traveling down this road The road to our futures We all have different destinations, but we're all going somewhere or nowhere It's exciting to think about what we are traveling towards
Slam. I hear the sound of the door closing, turn to see the car driving away, and with it, everything i've ever known in life. Comfort, gone. Security, gone.
"Hey." "Hi." "I like those earrings." "Thank you, and I like your hair. Who did your hair?" "My mom." "Ah. She did great with your long and thick natural hair." "Thank you." "You are so welcome."
Day after day Semester after semester Year after year I run into college freshman, sophomores, juniors, and seniors who are victims drowning in their own pool of confliction
I want to be featured on Upworthy.I want to be the man who breaks the mold.
It had only been two weeks since school started and already she felt his eyes drilling a hole at the back of her neck. Immediately her heart flipped for she knew who it was without having to check.
Rain It was so cold, We wandered through the woods to seemingly nowhere Just because Not even talking, just walking
It is confusing you see This path with which we seek No map and no roads Just a forest of untolds They say it will be easy They say it will be fun And yet here I sit as they stand
East Japan is on fire And we're sitting pretty
If I could have my dream job, I’d be on my way to medical school because I wouldn’t have to worry about loans or tuitions.
Is my mind so unoriginal, it can't think in another way? My thoughts have turned sappy Since he came around that day. I love him, I love him He loves me too. I want this for forever
Anything to get my money they did, I guess telling the truth is forbid, This place was clean the last time I was here, Now I look around and say “Oh dear,” I thought there was 60% diversity in this place,
Large and stuffy building, jam packed full and tight, Hundreds of students gathered, trying to do what’s right. “Get an education!” they tell us every day, But what they fail to do, is to teach us the way?
Education is my love, to embark on a journey of truth revealed Understanding the facts and using those facts in life to change the world
Yay your walking Yay you can shit on your own Yay you can do your ABC's Yay you can read Do you know how to do this math problem? Do you know every capital? Do you know every contenent?
Normal It was being nice and standardizing yourself to fit in But there she sat in her worn out old navy boot legged jeans With her eyes on the board and some ink machine in her hand
Success and Smart Courteous and Better Future Hardwork and Education Observation and New Ideas Observe and Learn Learn new things
I am forever grateful for all that I have I keep my mind on the prize, and forget about the past Know one said it would be easy, but im willing to take a shot Im ready to give my all, and utilize all that I've got
Because when I was a small girl, my daddy,
A beat A rhythm A hook A chorus
Time is a fragile elementIt stops for no manEven if it were said he was excellentTime is the part of a bigger plan.
Let’s do some math. If I choose to dorm at XY Hall, the price will be 18k for both semesters combined. But that's way too expensive.
“Hello I am “Purpose” I would like to talk to you. About what you and I are suppose to do. Now listen to me now and do what I say. Now that you and I are on our way to the top of the world to be an important person.
I make this list every few weeks. Feeding and fending for myself. Cheapest thing for dinner? Probably the chicken legs. On special: 5lb for 89 cents each. thoughts on how that should last me for a while.
Let the rain fall down, And wash away these feelings The doubt, the loathing, the constant questioning. Life is too short, to let this society strip me, Of the values and virtues I tend to cling to.
"Don't Fail"Nat Delbecq, 2014 “Don’t fail.” Three words, two contracted
It’s kind of funny how the first things you’re taught are the last things that matter. In first grade I was taught that I could do absolutely anything with my life, even if I wanted to be super girl.
Education is power. Education is succses. Education is key. Education is expensive. Education is cold. Education is a murderer.
I want to learn from the atom,
That sounds like it nears the Land ofImposible. It's not that I can't write-most people have impaired eyes that make it
Tell me how I was exactly like him Tell me how I am not original Tell me someone has already done that Everythought has already been thought Every word has already been wrote
What will I do in the future?How will I do it?What am I doing now?
The Pen moves, The Paper takes the ink. Silence, But the scratching makes me think. The air is thick with the smell of nervous thoughts, Rushed paragraphs, Crossed out and redone.
Ignorance is the new world powerThey say they give us education but feed us from a spoon coated in arsenic Governments claim they want what is best for their country We're brainwashed so we will cower
We're asked from an early age What do you want to be when you grow up It's a question designed To make us look forward to the future But no matter what I do
Baby Girl!! What are you doing?!! Do you care about your life? Being a mother isn't easy Being a single mother is harder Being a single, young mother is damn near impossible.
Ever since the age of seven, I've been told I'm gifted, but what does that even mean?-- That I can pass a standardized test with a little more ease that those around me?
Hello, Dr. King, have you heard the news? Children are being stereotyped because they aren’t as intelligent as child prodigies at age 3. What can we do to fix this?
Can anyone save our minds? Now like a sieve in the sand Soon there will be none left to find Instead, we are kept busy with our hands The base of knowledge, smoldering in flames
A girl born with different parts than boys,
They do not see what I feel inside But they see the smile that I can not hide Day after day I please their needs But I am never questioned about what I need What did I do
I have to admit That sometimes I’m "not all there" I’m a great actor Playing the part And choosing what to share I wake up and decide what character to present
My mind is no clockwork. It has no mechanistic rules of a clock, has no one destination, or a repetitive circle of lines on the edge of Time. My mind is constrained by the jail of clocks and schedules:
There's so much pressure nowadays On kids and young adults. Pressure to meet every benchmark, And to have X amount of extracurriculars, And to do damn well on the ACT, And to earn X amount of dollars,
Chemical reactions determine how I shape my words on this page. Internal flickers and quarks determine how many times I blink while processing my thoughts.
Shes poor- with a dead beat dad whom lives in the house but no connection-he stays on the coutch while mother works her ass off cleaning houses and sweeping the floors of ones whoms only problem is their maunfuctioning macbooks.
For days I have wondered what I shall do, Wandering the streets of my mind aimlessly through and through, Through dreams I see the beauty of all things arise,
Lonely girl is so far up above the world. She orbits around, without an anchor to ground her.
I want to learn everything I'm in a world of information Surrounded by things to question I want to learn everything Suck up every fact, philosophy, and proposition Take every offered class at the University
"A Shooting at (Insert name here) School has left (Insert Number here) dead and (Insert larger number here) wounded. Police have blocked off the area and people have been escorted out of the building.
Envy the Blind
After nine long, strenuous months their eyes finally meet. She can’t resist but to cradle her in her arms.
I hate that my intelligence is measured by a test, One single exam. For a long time I have hidden my scores, Not because they were bad but, Because they were average. Average
With an education system, Which limits what a teacher teaches and what a student learns, She dealt with standardized testing, As she saw it determining what colleges she got into, she became frustrated and helpless,
We learn what we are taught. We use crayons to draw up a life that’s already been planned in permanent ink. But we still try.
Well we know it's hard to believe that just a few years ago we were naive. You told us we would grow up and we asked you to remember us while we were small. You taught and shaped who we are
“Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me,” and I call bullshit to whomever spouted such folly, to the one who thought
We are day-to-day here, surviving off coffee and energy drinks and herbal teas passed like drugs beneath the lunch table. Like cigarettes
I life, we have a dream
Don't waste my time each millisecond I won't be able to buy into existence I cannot undo conversations we've had. I can't take back the things I've said. Each millisecond it takes to breathe
Just because I am not a perfect student Doesn’t mean I'm not trying Just because I said your being a hag Doesn’t mean I meant it
Although I may not have a score as high as you for my IQ Don't think that I'm any less than you Because I don't have to know advanced mathematics and quantum mechanics In order to be labeled a genius
In my Good-Morrow Education is more than an investment Only carried out for self-preservation. Education is the national hobby In my Good-Morrow. Why is education so valuable to me?
Train of thought is lostI stare at the emptinessNow my time is up
I write because I want to write
Why is so hard to educate yourself.
All students need an education.
I've made goals I've worked hard
Walk a mile in my shoes Then you’ll know what it’s like to choose Between making a life of your own and leaving the nest
Laundry had to be done And there was something About some bill That I had to pay. Thousands of dollars Spent and borrowed For a piece of paper that says I’m smart, I’m qualified.
I walked into the classroom. I wrote my name on the board: "Mr. Broom" A little girl stared at my shirt. I saw she had a black eye. I wondered how she got hurt.
Goverment For you we must excel But, how can we without the proper funds
I’ve seen the promising become promise-less, helpless, useless A straight A student taking a straight edge razor to prescription pills To heal the hell until she fell Drowning neck high in alcohol
I teach. Although not certified. The lessons I have taught cannot be verified on a master planner. Speaking one's mind Or staying behind with a friend in need Is one of the most satisfying deeds.
Stress. It begins in the brain, the little chemicals that are flowing about making my mind thin. I am only eighteen and I owe money for college, have a place I can't afford and I have no Idea how to pay for the next few years of college.
Yesterday in Health Class the teacher had us copy down the definition of the word stress. Stress: noun a state of mental or emotional strain or tension resulting from adverse or very demanding circumstance
voice mono toned, deaf to all ear. unable to relent nor express deep fear controlled by all sides of other people expressions able to listen but unable to be heard words struggle to escape the mind
Power I have none I can't change anything Stuck between wants and needs I don't have anything Unless I find a way I take the hard road Education can get me out
What is an education? It is factual, theoretical, practical, or negligable, does it enlighten, brighten, heighten, or deepen the degree and impact that is actually accredited.
Education wasted Through blood, sweat, and tears they tasted Longed for the things we are handed on a silver platter And yet we neglect this precious gift as if it didn’t matter
They tell us we can be anything we wish to be!
Hello my young friend It's good to see you again
Tick, tock. 1:23 pm on the clock. She's 3.98 150.5 5'8''
laid out spread like butter on the ground. i'm melting. yellow self bubbling as i seep into the ground. through eyes that barely see but straight ahead,
I am slowly fading into a daze, this is the 1st phase. I wish it was more astounding, this strange finding. It goes beyond measure, known as something that I never asked for,
Silent Thoughts Thoughts, That’s all they are That’s all I make. Will they ever be any more? Will they ever be any less?
I want out so badly. Mom, I know you’re proud of me, that I have not cried in front of you every time I see you since you told me my dream school is off the table. We can’t afford it.
Money never makes a man My motive is make a movement My goal is accomplished when everyone's influenced My mind is diverse I need to make difference Let's improve education! Teach a generation!
I'm turning 25 this year, And with another passing day I fear, That I have nothing to show and my life is slipping away. I mean, I don't know what you've been told, But even at 20 I thought 25 was old,
im crafting my journey the way from the dim as the light is blind eye that i cant see days seems oh so right can be the most beautiful fright mind beyound measure but we dont remeber everything that happin last night
I think it's kind of
I love learning, but I'm tired of school. Tired of teachers who just don't get you & make you drool. I'm sick of them thinking they own my life.. They don't realize that once I walk out that classroom, each day, ..
A love of teaching is hard to find For some try in vain to fill the mind And others are bitter, aloof, and unkind And still others tire of the daily grind
Mumbling and droning, That is how they present. With a carelessness that is Astounding. With an attitde that is Cringe worthy. They do not care - They do not care at all.
Ryan Summers Politician April 27, 2014 My niche is filled with chat of the upcoming elections And the debate with others who detest my views.
A thousand dollars.. I need a stack, a "G", in today's society if you want higher knowledge then you must pay a fee Corrupt visions in this government made my reality
People are dyingMothers are cryingI don't think I can survive itthe block is hot don't you hear the sirenscall 911 cuz they shooting again
Some people pursue fortune, others long for fame, And many strive to simply just make themselves a name. But their goals have no meaning- In the end, they won't matter.
To reach the dream I can achieve The only support is I need to believe Time is my only foe Hoping one day write for a television show To begin my route, it will be an uphill battle
My Dream Job By : Yulene Amador My Dream Job consists of many things Adults and children and maybe even dogs My Dream Job would be a well payed job where it would put a smile on my face
My dream has no name, it is still an uncreated concept, one that I hope to create. My dream embraces my passions,
To nurture your minds and adore your thoughts would be my everyday To listen, teach and guide you in every single way To learn from your young souls more than you learn from mine
If only I could Give you a life, One thats worth living, One without strife, I would. If only my job Became a career, Then we would live, Without fear, Of living like Uncle Bob.
If you could only see all the dreams I’ve already given up on A love of learning, unfortunately can only take you so far That’s what I learned Without a place to call to call my own No house to call my home
In kindergarten, my mother w
Ever wonder why it's so hard? I'm not talking about life Since you do this from the very start.
Smiles, tears, laughter, and knowledge; The dust settles. Radiant wisdom shines from within.
There are 77,600,000 girls around the world who do not attend school. Not 77,600,000 children or adults or people all put together.
After making incisions around the scalp and peeling the skin back, I make a cut at the top of his skull like a trap door, revealing the super computer in his cranium. Brain tissue, bone, and blood cover my latex gloves.
She cries every night tears streaming down her face She needs to be loved again she's forgotten the taste.
"Is it worth it?" ...You ask, "Wasting your time, Is it worth it?" And my first reaction is to laugh
That warm smellFresh coffee from the brewer to my rightCoffee made the cold air thickerRounded out the nick that came with each inhaleI turned the page in my book
I see them I ignore them I passed by them I see you Having a sign "F*CK THE POOR" I stand up Saying that's not humane Stating that he should help Walking few blocks down
The money isn't great, that's what they say,The jobs is hard, that's how they feel,Do you really want to be apart of this, is all they ask.
Eighteen score years ago, a cradled crying baby - who was given an enlightened path - was born
One job The job
O, to teach The humble and the meek
Which road should I take? Which road should I go?
Down to the depths I fell. I saw the evil, heard the evil, and spoke evil. The world was evil, life was evil. I was dying, slowly. I needed help, When I spoke to you I found the light.
1. The Path to Becoming a Teacher is...
I walk into the classroom in the morning. It's empty. The vision of seeing young students in front of me rattles my bones, shakes my fingers, speeds my heart. I'm nervous. Nervous about
Teachers are entrusted with the future of the nationClass should be a celebration not a dictatorshipTeachers should and not hand out packets destroying
Junior year is almost over, time goes tick tock' Teachers say " your future looks bight,dont you see?" Ill admit its diffiult to evision what lies ahead for me. i make good grades, A's the occasional B
It starts as a nightmare Being pushed into a classroom Saying goodbye to mommy and daddy And finding a stranger who looms In front of the classroom, all friendly A painful process
To write each night and da
Hobby (noun) an activity or interest pursued for pleasure or relaxation
My mind Is an exploding world of trips and triggers A field Of mines and trenches, warring colors And emotions. Motion blurs and lines, and ideas! But YOU tell me my mind is a hole
Give me time To change the world To blossom and fly To metamorphasis
Growing up all I knew was poverty. "Put that back!" "We cannot afford that." I come from a life where education was a scapgoat. I come from hand-me-downs, and cheap shoes.
Excuse her if she was not alright With government taking children’s light Filling their heads with things they never should have said She could teach her student one better if she was lying in bed
There are too many things that make up a person. We want to compact them all Into one item “Do you like this?
I am a Nappy headed woman, I love my naps...I love my curls...I love my dreads.. I refuse to let anyone put chemicals in my head...
When was the day that I felt the heat? Was I lifeguarding on Jackson street? Was I pouring salt on a customers fries? Was I organizing silk sewn ties? Did i ring up that DVD correctly?
If I could choose my profession, What would I be and why? Maybe a calm, cool attorney Though,I can be rather shy I would be helpful, I should think It would be smart not to waste my chance
It’s me. I’m here. I want to change the world. That’s hard, I know, but it’s what I want to do. Being an activist is my dream, making sure we all have our full human rights.
Concerned hand Shoots up Riddled with Purple tracks along Vein’s corridors indicating Another kind of shooting Eyes glassy yet aware Functioning child Unknowing of what his
As I pursue my career goals, I work my hands until they bleed, For some extra cash so you see. As I take care of a cancerous parent, My needs often go unapparent. I do not mind; after all, what are families for?
I let the shadows speak I let the mind grow But never let it be weak, To discover the things I need to know. A beginning of a moment must come to an end The end of a moment must come to a beginning.
They say pick a route. They say choose a dream. Well, I'm not backing out So I'll let my thoughts become a live stream. My dream job is obscure Pharmacy isn't thought of in my small town,
Sitting in a box A classroom, some call it Day after day Nine months of work all to take one test Is it really worth it? Six hours a day One hundred eighty days a year
No one knows what to expect at birth. I didn’t choose this life, life choose me It's just meant to be. No one can choose, I had to learn to adapt It was either that, or end up on my back.
The cost of a child. Two thousand forty one dollars. Just to have a child. The cost of good health. Three hundred twenty eight dollars. Just to stay healthy.
We all have roles. we all have dreams and believe that we can achieve. So we say when we're young, "I will get that dream job!" We all start out with a small job, then we flourish like a flower to water.
Spoken Well in Tones to tell Over the coast Down to a sweet roast Storyteller there she is
When I was seventeen, A guy was driving me home from dinner (which, believe me, did not happen all that often) And somehow, the subject turned to school He thought it was cool, he said,
I watch the present smear past the wi
The clock is ticking. The world is slipping into a state of decay. Our parents won't see it,
To change the way in which we learn, is what I seek most. We file in, We file out, Much like our teachings. Retention is not guraunteed, solely our attention. Why can I ponder extraneous interests
I wake up every morning Innocent and vulnerable Happy and carefree I remember where I am A beautiful campus Friends all around Spring flowers and warm air begin to appear
I came to life to dream to beam, to seem to have a purpose. I came to life to reap not sleep, not keep my pride holding me back. For my job is to be under the hunter of clothes.
Like little leaves on waving tree branches,
I will not be a millionaire by the time it is all said and done But I hope to have touched at least one single life Whether that be a child, or a parent of a struggling child Being a teacher, it is not made for everyone
Whenever I tell people I want to write for a living, they give me a funny look that says 'good luck' in a sarcastic way, though. Most people don't think anyone can make it writing, writing for television,
With headphones in, A determined stare. I type for you but a passage, for all readers to share. Viewers reflect, make choices, prepare. The future is approaching, with its army of fear.
.......................... the doctor intubates;the nurse begins compressions;the tecn runs for the defibrillator;chaos.
When I was four I used to play school with my brother and cousin.We would take turns writing lessons on the chalkboard.The scribbles could have meant anythingFrom art to math to history.
I dream in Green I dream in shades of emerald and jade I dream in trees In plants, in mountains And sea
What do you want to be when you grow up? When we are young We don’t think much of the answer It is too far away-
I have a dream that one day race, socio-economic status, gender, religion, ability, or sexual orientation will no longer serve as obstacles to justic
Subsidize education, Let it be free.
We often ask ourselves how we can ease someone else’s pain When our own hurt is too much to take
I stretch my span of wing, in the air once again My senses are heightened, carefully I listen; Silence. I fly over forest, why is the green so thin?
If I had the power, All the power in the world I’d change the fact that it is so hard For me to get an education. Between the teachers that have given up on me, And the students around me
Have you ever been liplocked? Not romantically, But has your mouth ever been a bank. Your teeth safe-bolts to an iron door. A room with no windows. Your jaw wired.
"OMG you too Ms. Imani?You see I... I thought I was the only"Thats what this young girl said to meas she glared at meno longer feeling lonely.
Children are getting left behind
Even when I was extremely young, I knew what I was meant to do. Fighting crime from the court room That's what would make dreams come true. From the beautiful court buldings,
Some say to teach is to die but I say that's a lie. whose to say children aren't precious? With their creativity in their hands and their imagination in their minds.
Sweat trickles down your cheek, your a mess and you feel beat, to progress this a necessary stress, this stress known as a test. What if one day I have a clouded mind and all my knowledge is confined,
Education is the key Learn, discover, explore and play So that you can be who you want to be Education is a privilege Not everyone has the chance Just look at a third world village
Dreams What do they mean? Are they really just the end goal? Or unrealistic fantasies One my dream of fam or fortune And what a wonderful dream that is But I? I dream to make a difference
Over and over we're told, "Pick something you'll enjoy" "You're gonna be stuck with it" "What is important to you?" But, where are the people asking how they can help us get there? I want to be that person.
i want to get the new j's that came out i want gucci i see people with louie
the first time i poured my heart onto a piece of paper, i made my mother cry. tears cascaded down her cheeks because my words dug in deep like knives. i realized that the world around me could vanish into a vapor,
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Money growing from a tree everything in the world is free not a worry on my mind and everyone is kind I can be anything I wish to be because in dreams everything is free then my eyelids slowly open
A child of the spring, just like me, we grew together. With each passing year, 1, 2, 3, I came to know you. On every birthday I could see how we had changed, and I loved how
There are many things I want to do, and one of them is to teach you. I want to teach you how to read a book, and teach you how to skim without a second look.
Global Citizens First week of school, info booths galore, Fliers and pamphlets stacked to the roof from the floor. But one stood out proudly, simply sublime, Study abroad, the chance of my lifetime.
My future was unclearA dream with no nameIt began to draw nearStill now it remainsThough once unseen
Scholarship Rejection Play this game Write these words Jump through this hoop Now do five push-ups Say the alphabet backwards Lick the dew off a flower pedal
If I could change The World i Would change our generation from being Vanity slaves to Vanity owners of inspiration, the found hope of
"Children are the future," So everyone says. "Children are the future," Show me your proof, then. Hungry, impoverished Children on the streets? Too many in the classroom,
a job will make you money, but a career is about a dream. jobs will take you far though, and show what your career really means. a job isn't about the salary or about power or looking good;
There's a key, that could open a lock, that could open a door We wouldn't live feeling hate anymore No time for ignorance Everyone could be free All diversity in peace and harmony
I'm paying for a piece of paper.I'm paying to take classes with information that I can find online with the click of a buttton.I'm paying to stay in a dorm where rules are constantly broken, and my sanity incessantly tested.
Music education improves the lives of everyone. Better grades. Language development. Higher IQ. Improved SAT scores. But all of that doesn't really
This system is like a Ford decelerating on the freeway I mean it'll get you somewhere but not as fast of efficient is that okay? I mean all the other cars have already sped up and it's quite a shame
I refuse to be knocked down, you will never see me on the ground. If i'm down, i will rise,
To have any job I desired Would be quite a miracle. Toiling day in, day out But enjoying it- that is the key. Although I have not always had the most pleasant Experiences at the dentist,
She was a worker from Primerica The best company in America Studies her way out to be a doctor By the watchful eye of her brother, the protector
There's two people staring back at me, a reflection; a nightmare. The difference between the one in the mirror, the one I want to be, is that, unlike the one in my nightmare,
A memory was triggered today.
I dream to be a walking library filled with facts and stories of our past generations. To teach fellow humans
I fear staring into the abyss
In the average dreams, To me it seems, To involve money or chrome, Or perhaps a mansion of a home, For me it involves the teaching of a child, Whose mind is still wondering and mild,
Four years of college Four years of math Four years of science in every science class General speaking which I hate the most But when it comes to English i always take the gold
If I could change one thing about the world, I'd change the way it's ran. It'd be a place where people weren't afraid to take a stand. In the world we live in now, there's a unanomous point of view.
From the day you were born, you've been feeling vile scorn, for the future they say is so bright. The school that you stay in, The church that you pray in, Just trying to snuff out the light.
I have been given the power to change. To change anything I want. The word itself summons up clever ideas, yet it is simply harder to choose only one thing to change.
I could paint upon a stage, Upon myself, another name, And fool the watchers with my art, And die in beds of green and fame. Or I could paint upon a mind
I could paint upon a stage, Upon myself, another name, And fool the watchers with my art, And die in beds of green and fame. Or I could paint upon a mind
I am a secondary English teacher. At least, I dream to be. I want nothing more than to shape a generation and inspire people like me to want to teach and create and grow and learn
We live in a world where the American dream is a thing that is yearned, Where liberty is free and opportunity awaits around every turn. We live in a world where we are given every right to speak what is our hearts,
My parents said my desired career was not fit for this world. They said I will not make enough money to live. I want to change the world. I want to BE somebody. Do they not understand?
I sit at home, reading about the calamities of the world And think to myself, "Couldn't these be handled better?" More often than not, the powers that be twist their authority
Education is beyond the doors of a classroom and beyond the teachings of a teacher.
The child wanted to be an artist until she saw one with talent. The child wanted to be a teacher, but her slight lack of patience would destroy her.
A dentist I want to be. A dream that I want to meet. Hard journey it is. But is all for me. Is only one job. It going to be known. Ill do my best. To be up there. I want to suceed.
Money sweet as a honey but can be stingy as a bee. Protected by soldier of education, but only those with might can be given satisfaction Money Sweet as you may be
Waking up early Going throgh long classes Talking to many students
What if your dream job could be your reality?One dreamOne jobA chance to prove yourself worthy.Not to take it for guaranteed.
For one job could change my life, For one job may have another kids college paid for, just for looking nice, For one job may make my money right, For one job could land me closer to my future wife.
What would I change if anything?How about the price of education.This country is built on freedom.But how free are we really if the shackles of student debt are locked tight for years?
Hey Johnnie Give me your lunch money Hey Johnnie Give me change for the bus Hey Johnnie Your locker rent is due Hey Johnnie There's a toll to get to class Hey Johnnie
Born to a generation of kids, in which
The sound of graphite on paper Fills the room As students qickly take notes About DNA and evolution Pictures of Darwin and double helixes Line the white walls of the classroom
Teachers all are we Even without a special degree Mother, father, sister, brother Everyone learns from one another Passionate for history? Teacher; that's the thing to be!
Steel rafts of ocean hands Pearl into icy depths Piercing through its smooth skin Breaking the shocks of energy Through thick blue
Dreams of my future All contain fuzzy pictures of my goal. Perhaps I’ll heal wounds by sewing sutures Or checking vitals and removing cancerous moles. No one category is completely chosen
One job. One path. No money. "You will get a job." "There is no money in teaching." "You will be great!" "I would never have the patience to work in Special Education."
Laughter can be heard through the halls, Silly children make their way to class But Lucia is left behind. I see her sit in the furthest seat without a word. How can I help her? I know what she needs.
Aisles of white, and read By scholars and hoodlums alike, Segregated by understanding, sight Of the future is too often said. The march of the Pedagogue Held count by the beads of the Abacus,
These words I'm spilling may not be quite clear, a job is not a career. Let us not strife, but a job cannot change my life. To see your reflection and see success, must be the best.
The change we can bring ...
Ive always had such a passion for little kids seeing them running around and laughing. The joy of them has always put a smile on my face their smiles make me feel a warm fuzzy feeling.
Music Is My Life, Let The Lyrics Be My Spirit, The Melody's My Emotion, So I'm Hoping That You Hear It, Music Is My Passion, To That I'm Truly Dedicated, I've Been Chasing My Education,
we fight chilrdren fight for attention teens fight for recognition adults fight for establishment i have faught i have faught for rank i have faught for acknolwdgement
If I could change anything I would change the school system. In Ohio we are being bread to become factory workers. The things we are taught are not essential to life.
Here I have a family. Here we have heart. "But it's just a grocery store." or so they say. Here I have a chance. Here we have opportunity. "Well don't you want to do something else?"
hands. a body at rest. fire cracks through tiny rivers, but it is divine inspiration; sparks flying into the cradle of ideas.
From a trailer park to a nice condo? How can that be? From C's and D's to all A's and B's How can that be?
To protect and serve Nothing more selfless than to die for a stranger
If there was "one job that may change my life" what would it be? let us see what I could be.
Life always so mysterious Time leaves me so delirious. And the truth is as I type, there is just too much left to write I am filled with so much fright, at the thought of life not done right
What do you dream of doing for your job, What do you wish you could do, No matter what the circumstances are.
She was 6 and still couldnt speak She was 8 and still couldnt utter Any words, any phrases She was me All confidece gone It hit me not long To change the lives The inscure minds
To stand out in front Guiding and shaping their minds One step at a time
A scared little girl picked up a tattered old text She fell in love with the tiny black characters on the cream colored pages She found herself in every page and then on to the next
To tell a simple is something that could come so easily. You hear the words and they flow and paint a picture in your mind. As the words dance in your brain, you can come up with so many unique ideas as to how to story looks.
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Cancer. It's a strong word. Very strong actually. It's a word that can bring about emotions that are so heavy, even the strongest of people can't hold them. Shock. Uncertainty. Devestation. Desperatness.
To see a child smile, To witness knowledge gained, To know that all the while, I will never be ashamed, To call these children my students, Their minds an endless place,
I'm stuck in a place that is good for me, It sucks, its hell ,it's weak to me. Academics are great, and so is the school, But the people all here act like a fool. I go to a school that's a hidden gem
Have you ever wondered, What did any of them do to us, Why so much hatred and headache And why not put in all in the past where it belongs? Have you ever thought about,
There are many things wrong And many things right. So much confusion. So little light. How many times Must we face a disaster? The lights keep on fading. And there is no real "master".
Her hair is matted, there is dirt on her face
I love to think about the schedule of my day
I have been depressed, I have failed because of my learning disorder, I have been left behind in my group. I want to be a neurologist. I want to be able to help. I want to know why people act out.
They were used to me being girly Fat. Insecure. Sensitive. I dreamed to be a thin designer that put others under the control of my charms of my domesticity A cook, a designer, a wife.
One job could change my life, in factOne job could change one moreIf only to find my place in thatTo find a purpose forOne job to overcome the fearTo overcome the angist
The world is swirling, whirling, grinding with fear. The thoughts of children crying, people dying, reek in my ears.
Changing the world is an impossible thing,
what would i say could change? it would be me. My knowledge of how powerful education really is and how successes could better me. How education would have helped me become a better me.
Genuises everywhere. Slightly different, however. Judging ... Everyone won't be able to climb a tree. Genuises everywhere. Slightly different, however. Living ...
I spent four of my years in a building Of wood walls and cement floors I spent four of my years in a building Told it was wrong to want out I spent four of my years stuck in two dimensions
For four long years The students sit and stare At the walls of the school Asking why they are there
Average. Normal. Nothing. Invisible. Wallflower. Silent. Passion quelled, pooling in hidden reserves. Opionions held, restrained without words.
On my path to education, I see So clearly and very obviously The pattering of feet from my classmates, Listening to a lecture most do hate, Pencils at a loss for silence dictate,
Holding my breath. Is this life or death? The professor smirks and hands out the test Does he understand this is theft?
Denver U? The food is rad The climate also is not half bad The size of the school is cool But the tuition is cruel! Loyola-Chicago? Has a water view And a bonus campus in the city too
If everyone read National Geographic There would not be as many things to report about in National Geographic If young girls were surrounded by images of beauty and strength
We're just kids Defined-- By our apathy Subjugated wiithout sympathy But how can we care? Whenwe're stripped of our voice Left with no choice
Since I've been in high school I thought I was so cool Getting straight A's Hey, it really pays Started doing college apps and took the ACT Made a good score and saw my future before me
OPPORTUNITY KNOCKS A PRESENCE BEYOND THE THRESHOLD OF THE PRESENT EXISTANCE THE KNOCKING IS PERSISTANT HOW DID IT COME SO FAST OUR ADOLESENT YEARS THAT HAVE COME TO PAST BUT OPPORTUNITY IS KNOCKING
America, one word to decribe it: great. There is but one thing that I do hate. The freedom we falsely exhibited. Was in actuallity always prohibitted. If you wish to go to church, then be my guest.
Cold cinderblocks covered in thick, distorted white paint that tries to hide the sharp, rough edge of the bare blocks.
How much certainty can I? Remembering intelligence that is another. How much pride can I? Remaining humility that rests inside. Am I so right that they're so wrong?
I’m not quite sure if I still have lungs I feel like I’m respirating I still smell I still feel my chest expand and deflate I’m still alive But I don’t feel like I’m breathing
We are taught to think their way or the wrong way They tell us to think outside their box Yet They keep us on leashes and drag us closer to them "Be creative!" They say Yet
Together: incessant the potters mold Us, clods of clay first dug from earth. A process replete with change; rebirth- Oscillate the wheel, change the world. Their hands methodically vertical-
Farming has always been my life, I grow feasts, down to every crumb. Day after day, here lays my strife: People don't know where their food comes from! If uneducated, agriculture is missed,
Since being a young boy in the hood My life has never been good Gunshots at night and standing under streetlights I told my self I shall rise If I put in hard work there should be a prize
Since being a young boy in the hood My life has never been good Gunshots at night and standing under streets lights I told my self I shall rise If i put in hard work there should be a prize
My name is Kaylee Holland. I am a senior at Richland High school. I plan to attend college in the fall and double major in Psychology and Education.
Paying for college is never easy, every time I look at my semester bill, it makes me queasy. The university updates my account day and night, but that remaining balance still is in sight.
Making all the rules
This may be belated, but education has stated that we need it for jobs. Where we rob the poor for the poorer. Your money's never yours, it's his and hers and theirs and mine. You say that's just fine,
When you dream do you believe it once actually happened? Maybe in a movie, mixed with parts of your reality? Is it about a dream of your "true love"? Is it about a dream of a battle you will fight in the future?
If i could change anything I'd change an essential thing The American Education System It may be fit for you but its not fit for them
Hello world Do you hear me? Do you see my existence? Yeah I keep on trying I’m filling applications These tests are so bias Forcing me to take them Criticizing knowledge While demeaning
We spend billions of dollars to protect our country, but what's the point if behind the walls is a land that's crumbling?
As I leave my family Towards a glowing light I cannot look away I am blinded and cannot see ahead I hear the great gust of wind trying to push me back. Yet why do I keep walking forward?
Once upon a time I was living so carefree,
We have come here to these borders drenched in the sweat and blood of those who have come before us. They could see far more clearly through their own pain, than we can in our own
We have come here to these borders drenched in the sweat and blood of those who have come before us. They could see far more clearly through their own pain, than we can in our own
What dream is not crushed? What child can blossom? What has education left, But a dull set of robotic minds? Yes ma’am, no sir
The busy hustle across the sidewalks makes a walk turn into a shuffle. Going from class to class is nothing short of a puzzle. As I make my way through the crowds, I've never felt so alone.
Reality is but an illusion, The heart a magician. The mind is audience, Shifting like winds of society. Reality is but an illusion, Trickery of every kind.
Life Live it up Wake up to a new day And seize it Carpe Diem Seize the day But which day are you really seizing? Today? Yesterday? Tomorrow? Will you go and grab next Tuesday?
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Every day voices circle all around me Telling me what I should or shouldn’t be Why don’t you play with girls’ toys? Why do you spend so much time with boys? You should go shopping more with fellow females
Education what I vie forEducation is what's going to make my ultimate goals realitywhile at the same time helping the community and my family.
Surrounded by failure,
Our children fall behind Everyone waits and watches The politicians don't mind Making speeches
We preach peace, yet declare war. We want to end world hunger, yet we toss food on the daily. We want to attain the best education, yet we are charged more than we can afford.
Sitting, seeing, staring. Sitting, seeing, staring.
I am young and willing to succeed I came from poverty, i come from a family of low self esteem i come from a neighborhood of crushed dreams but im faithful and i believe ill succeed
My education Never-ending Full as can be
I can relate to those who do not consider themselves' a morning person,
The sound of laughter Helped me realize my dream. I want to save lives.
#YOWO you only write once Need a scholarship to fight funds Wether you have high or low incomes College costs a lot And you have to go if you want to boss a lot
Live on your knees or die on your feet; Abandon your liver or devour your lungs. Love none and have none to love back so will you Die on your knees or live on your feet?
Remember that age of 7 It was so tender Remember that age of 7 A bandage was a mender. Those days are long gone That youthful age Those days are long gone Are we even on the same page?
I don't know much about poetry. When I was in the first grade, I thought it was about rhyme That was the only thing I knew about it at the time And that's all that poetry meant to me.
So, This poetry thing, It’s not really my deal. I’ve always been envious of you who can feel. Who can spell out emotions, be open and raw.
Public school teachers, the backbone of society Expected to teach our future. Intercity teachers, strong, necessary Expected to teach our future, While students are facing external issues,
You only live once, that's the saying right? Living in fear of death, it's hard to see the light. Step forward and embrace it now, I know you can. Living life to the fullest, take a stand.
Two people embraceIn so peaceful a placeHis head next to hersTo be heard over the surf.Far beneath the ocean waves crashAnd ocean sounds mash
Little children in little clothes walked into school with eyes closed and all they ever needed to learn in Kindergarten went in one ear and out the other. Teachers smiled and teachers cried.
When I was young, my father always told me "Son, work hard and one day you'll make much money." At that time, I was still trying to sustain basic relations I didn't worry much about public education.
But who's going to love meyou only write once So make these words count but When all tears are wiped awaywhen all the scars are fadingwhen the wounds are healing You only write once
Without music I think I would lose it. Music runs through my blood. I can't live without it. How will young people know this love when they can't grasp it? The opportunity is gone now.
He always told me 'Little Girl, Don't ever think You're ever to small To do anything.' Last night I reminisced This prominent moment And I remember Walking away,
I was always taught to value education, But how can I value something that generalizes students of color with biased limitations And failure as the only expectation.
He knocks me onto the floor Tear drops and lightning break out I cry out and run to the door He kicks me and with a shout
What if I told you the world didn't go round, And that both of your feet are not on the ground. Would you feel helpless and scared floating around in space,
It starts with... One thing. We don't know why, We never really had a reason not to try. We kept this inside, but now is our time. Now is our time to shine. All we know...
Yo Teach, I'm here to turn my life around. Feels so good to have my feet on solid ground The challenge is...I need a near perfect score So I can get myself through a solid grad school door
in history class we learn that women have never been equal to men in science the teacher tells us that women are fragile not only our bodies, but our spirits can be easily crushed
Sitting here with a pencil in hand
When I think of orientation I dont immediately think education when we think of excitement Camp crimson is synonymous we are sooner born sooner bred
I shudder as my foot is shaken from the sweet dreams I endured as I slept A beautiful, peaceful, loving Mexican American girl waking up to her hardworking father’s sweet words “Wake up Baby”
This is her prison cell These walls are her hell, Making her go crazy, Telling her maybe, This life of bitterness,
Read my words
Living in this world sometimes disgusts me. How can I find the beauty in life with all these tragedies. They tell us to reach for the sky, but life tends to brings us back down.
EducationTo be be educatedIs to be free From a mental prisonWhere the unknownIs lost among the ignorant
I have nine scars on my hand I am a hard working man Or at least i thought Until I met that girl named Jazz She work two jobs and go to class Party's hard and never crash
It's true to say, Every girl has flaws, And it's true that its displayed Every guy has been clawed. But ones for sure, For me it's a personal tour. I can say that I've loved
Starting a new chapter every morning of my life I seek improvement, reverence and connectivity MY LIFE! I walk on thin ice made of doubt...
You only write once that's what they say,
I get a lot more than i give So many broken promises Piled next to the bible on my night stand Its getting hard to live When i fall every time i stand So I'd rather crawl to God's right hand I can
Once they said I couldn't do it I believed They said I was a mistake and I wouldn't achieve Are you serious? Why shouldn't I believe Haha listen I will never back down
School and Prision They're one and the same They change people's minds one day at a time School and prison There is no real difference They both make people want to escape reality
So much rage, we don't know how to be but angry So much pain, we pry, "please don't let anyone change me!" In a sea full of people The church steeples Rises... The Hawaiian flag lowered
I scream for life to hear me, Waiting for my dreams to become reality, I just want to be heard,
She cries into the nightAs she heads for the skyHer face is full of PainShe has nothing to gain. She cries herself to sleep
I am from the ancient foreign lands of Misawa, Japan Of the culture that flow haikus embraces the elegance of nature chime, Born of Mary and Mike who raise me to be an American dime. I am from grip tapes and paints,
How could this be Almost every thing makes me feel this way Plenty of emotions but this one is always the most People tell me they see this everyday
Oh no! Not now that it's so late... There's so much catching up to do. How exhausting! What a mess! How will we ever fix it all? And Life says, "Only where entropy exists, do we, too."
You have always been filled with love, warmth and the ability to change anybody's mood. Those deep brown eyes, thick neck, big head, whiskers and lips that tickle with every touch.
I ball hard I swear. I mean to ball everywhere.From B-Ball to football, balling is why I care.
Head dropped, eyes drawn to the ground A little boy too afraid to make a sound Blood colors his swollen eye But still his cheeks remain dry Laughs echo down the hall Worsening his never ending fall
The bright ominous light as you leave the warmth and comfort of your mother’s womb You are spanked as if a reminder you are now a part of society Society A strange place isn’t it? – Yes?
See, I'm not really sure what to say.
Bringing among us the most unpredictable sensations,
A Tool called School
I feel so confused right now. I go to school but I feel like such fool. Everyone keeps telling me I'm too hard on myself and I don't beleive it. I should have worked harder, studied harder.
Thank you. No, really, thank all of you. In this society with it's walls of condemnation, For those of us who aren't as great as the best of you,
It all started at the age of three
My cousin Amber My cousin was Beautiful My cousin was funny My cousin was young My cousin was the best My cousin can't be replaced My cousin is gone forever My cousin was the one and only
Let's all admit: Reality is boring What I don't get Is why life is so corny? We spend everyday The exact same way Either being a bum Or working away That's not me
Why is it, That no matter how hard you try at it, It's only about the grades today? No matter if you get it or not Or what knowledge you've got! It's only about the grades today.
Happiness is a virtous gift Life of how we want to live to breathe and act with a sense of joy and happiness although times change feelings move swiftly with the wind bring me back to that day
Not knowing what my future may withold from me I try my hardest to strive for excellence I want to be the next to succeed. not end up on the streets with a heart that doesn't bleed.
I enter the pantry enclosed by rectangular shaped daggers Sharper than swords, these penetrate the mind The chef stands adjacent to the board, ready to “teach” the lesson
At age 16, My momma said to me, You're gonna marry some boy, Who cares about bein' free?
I don't like using the website that never works. Nothing happens when a sub is gone. You can treat us like we're 17, not 5. Just because we're not paying attention doesn't mean we don't get it.
Teacher's lie when they say "there's no stupid questions!" Cause when I ask they get mad and yell at me for not paying attention. We have to sit through hour long lectures,
Ah school school school Such a famous buliding block for success but all so difficult for the common student Friendly to those whom meet your standards to the "T" but the source of stress for those who do not
I can’t fully express to you the anger I feel When you, an “unbiased” educator, Preach your own gospel about a man you never knew- Shakespeare. You spew lies across the classroom like throwing knives,
No talking turns into No singing turns into No whisling turns into No humming turns into No noise turns into No thinking turns into No Learning. We don't talk to annoy you.
You try to teach a fish how to climb a tree,Rather than how it can explore the ocean. You show a child the multiplication table, Instead of the beauty around them.
Ms. C, my favorite thing about writingIs taking time to really decode it,But in your class I’m frequently fightingWhen you imply that all our thoughts are shit.You lecture us, but last year Ms. K taught.
School is a place where I love to go, Where I stare at a board so my mind will grow. I love it so much I could go all year, Yeah, that's right, no sarcasm here. I love how I learn just what my teachers say,
Teach them to pass a test, Teach them to raise their hand, Teach them there is no future, For those that form a band. Teach them to stay silent, Teach them to sit up straight,
A thousand times I've pictured myself walking across that stage; Eyes filled with tears and a smile glistening with pride.
I hate everyone
I am your darkie. Your raisin in the sun. Your guide to trendsy, urban culture; Your go-to-girl for the 'black perspective'. A pawn in your game. You smile in my face, spewing your venom. And I smile,
You tap your hands on the table, and whisper "I'm waiting" ignoring the fact that only one student is behaving.
Welcome to my world! Would you like to meet my friends? They're on my left wrist, and they're scabby and red. Do oyu know who introduced me to them? How we got to meet? My ****** should know,
I'm the type of guy who tries not to say "I" Because when I saying "I" is showing too much pr"i"de. 'I' was raised that way believing there is a link to the philosophy of my kind
"Teacher, teacher don’t let me down. For we both hold my future in hand And don’t let your end hit the ground." "Teacher, teacher don’t let me slip. Encourage me to believe that I have skills
I am not a number. I am not a rank out of my class, which is a bummer. I am not a number on a four-point scale. I am not just a student, and I like to rebel. I am a person.
I'm finally here. I've waited, Day after day, And year after year. To sit in a class, Where an instructor is not concerned With keeping up appearances. Miss doesn't play Angry Birds.
Always last in Gym Class, I Never stood a chance in Debate. Immediately chosen for any Group task, That science Fair was a piece of Cake. Teachers love me, Oh how they praise me. Others not so much,
We sit day to day listening to the constant nagging of our so called teachers.
i never learned how toregister to vote, or howto save money with mycollege-student budget, or how not to lose mymind under the pile oftextbooks that sit on mydesk, or my keys for that
Here's a problem to solve: You're given a set of numbers and rules, Expected to manufacture meaning from it all. Deliberating decisions isn't always a choice,
They told me I needed to write a five-paragraph essay. We took our first standardized tests in third grade. They taught us what a good sentence was, and what a bad sentence was.
Everyone’s a rebel, we all want to change the system. We all shout until our throats are sore but the government won’t listen. School funding is paid by the local property taxes.
We sit counting, Developing ticks That Twitch and match the Drone Of an endless day. While you sit Towering above our heads, Preaching from Black books the idea
When thinking of things I shouldn’t say To teachers to tell them my feelings I purse my lips to hold back thoughts And roll my eyes to the ceiling If I could tell you how I feel
Ring, ring, ring, the damn tardy bell rings. Sit in your seat or I’m marking you tardy. The words of my 9th grade English teacher still rings in my ear. The bells, the yells, all working on my last nerve. Who was she to tell me what I deserved.
Here's our school spirit Yeah, you gotta hear it echoing through the halls. Dead silence because filth and violence are the main events this fall We represent our lovely school
Hey, you, at the board With your hands on your hips. You, in the front, The lesson on your lips. Stop. Listen. Teach me something important,
You said, "email me with your concerns, I will respond as soon as I can." It's amazing how far from the truth this is I am not some unimportant fan. This matter is important and cannot wait
Teach, Teach ME!We the students screamSpeeches mean nothing to usTeach us the knowledge We beg to be taught,Not lectured for an eternityEncourage us to learnAND STOP LECTURING US
Like every other day there she is again With her baggy eyes, and her cigarrette breath. She begins lecture in her most monotone voice Giving sarcastic remarks to inquiring minds-
There are many things Important things we never Discussed in the schools Math, science, English All are quite fantastic, yes What about the other things? Things we didn't learn
This school is really quite great But there are things that I'd change I'd start school more late Starting at 8:07 is pretty strange Mr.Humphrey is so cute Everyday he wears a suit
These words are not for my past teachers
I've lost all care So much indifference now I just want to be done i don't care why or how You don't understand What this means to me This doesn't affect What I want to be
You on your phone acting as if you dont care Write down whats in the book while you click like and share Call us dumb because we dont understand Tell us we gone end up working a hotdog stand
It's all online, just read it in your textbook,
To say that the classroom is old and dried out isn't much of a stretch. You still get judged on the ideals you're told to fetch. There's no life and no learning.
Everyday it goes like clockwork through school and back, just to do homework. And I sit in your class with each passing minute, Dreading each lecture where I must silently sit.
Every day when I walk into your classroom,
Dear ProfessorI speakI speak on nothing so you do not hear meI bleedI bleed not blood but knowledge as it boils overI have not reached my full potentialDear Professor
Our education system has got to do better. I know nothing is perfect, but we can not go on like this forever. Kids using profanity instead of the intellect God gave them.
Normally, between techer and student, there is a wall A strained relationship, one absent in Mr. Young's AP Lit, Thus, there's not really much I can't say at all, But there is something between us, I'll admit
Sometimes I really just want to scream. Please tell me this is a horrible dream! I'm bored out of my mind, Insanity of a subtle kind, English. It's rather absurd
Shouting at knowledge upon the platform of a school auditorium Where my eyes become translucent and bestow the forbidden truth of the fetus cradled inside the womb of my brain-the bastard child of unused reason
I sit at my desk I get ready, i'm definitely going to fail this test My heart pounds My head drips of sweat I studied, or at least I tried I stared at that board and listened to most you said
“You don’t know everything Ms. Johnson!” “I know everything that goes on in my classroom!” “Oh you do!?!?! You know all about your students? Do you know what they deal with outside of these four walls? I don’t think so!”
I woke up today Feelings were obscured My tears have not found a way Out, now I feel void of emotion I feel empty and blank
Last time I checked I was in college, paying a whole lot of money to gain some sort of knowledge. I am surrounded by students who have absolutely no clue, and teachers who do nothing but preach their world views.
School is not my forte. Daydreams of melodies frolic through my mind But the pencil is forced to scribble foreign equations. Confused. Frustrated. Lost in a tangle of intricate formulas.
i am as sweet as a peach that has fallen from a tree not because the wind blew but because it was ment to be i carry intellegence within me, although few people may know,
I’ll tell you one thing about our school That will probably never change Whenever anyone tries to stand up To make a big, real difference For anything or anyone They’re shut Repressed
In sex ed, we learned about STDsand pregnancyand abstinenceand "sexual assault" (and there is only one kind of rape)
Hypocrite! Do not lecture me to speak Spanish when you speak English the majority of the class period and make up your own Spanish words. This will not help me when I take the AP test.
why cant i tell my teacher that there are more important things than the square root of 247 or that she should truly open her mind and teach us to do the same?
Today education is no longer an education, but instead a preparation for what is considered a proper roll in society. And who ever decided what was to be proper or not proper?
Education is my life I love it, breathe it, live it In the classroom I feel empowered
All you know is she's so perfect All you hear are the right answers coming out of her mouth All you see is her dazzling smile But what if you really knew her?
Teaching and helping Opening doors for the kids Of our bright future
Now I'll admit, there are idiots
Sh*t You can’t say to your teachers Through a focus I see my future ahead of me, But I can’t reach my goals unless My teacher sees the possibilities in me. I am not a project of this society;
Alarm rings; get out of bed. and sort out all my daily tasks inside of my head. A million things, and not enough hours in a day. Yet I'm sitting in this desk,
You take my money and you fail me with a smile. You praise my hard-work and you fail me with a smile. You smile at my pain. You
Education is the confirmation, that your life after will be grand, from learning physics to foreign language conjugations, it leads to jobs in high demand, many bash education and teachers,
"Who said you can't live forever lied- Of course, I'll live on, forever I'll, forever I will Live on. You can't ever deny my flaws. I'll live on forever, I'll forever.."
Where will they be when you need them the most... Where will anyone be when you desire companionship to feel remotely close to another being. The only voice you will find in the silence
Dear teachers, Do not frown When some of your students are not honor bound There is something that needs to be inferred When it comes down to learning Students learn in a varying pace
What I learned in high school is...is…
Tick tock tick, the teacher drones on mindlessly about something you will never use and is irrelavent to your life. All they care about is that you pass the big test. They don't care if you actually learn something.
Another worksheet that I will not need past high school. Yeah, I understand that school is not meant to be “cool.” But how is the Pythagorean Identity going to better my life?
Education has stopped being about the students If this insults you and you think we should apologize for our rudeness Then we are glad we have grasped your attention
I am just another dollar for attendance My first tardy, my first warning though you can see on your screen my record is cleaner than your desk. First Its your first year teaching,
Dear Mr. American History: Your tie: red white and blue, representing the noose of oppression you pledge yourself to.
It is Education We need it But we do not get it We thrive in it But we are still leen Our Education can not be seen.
Stop, Constant struggle to ignore the harsh words, drama and hate fill the halls,
A dream is not something to take lightly A dream is not something to parade around A dream is something to hold close to your heart for fear someone may steal it A dream is something your heart knows you need
If I had a dime for every time I've head a student say, "I could have just stayed home from school today," I could pay for my college tuition. And I always used to wonder how
I think a thought that's full of things,
Never say "im tired", there is no excuse. Never say "my dog ate it", because that is over used. Never say "your wrong", that is not right. Never say "can i leave?", because its not even night.
Everystudent by Destani Jewett Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, Lived a creature, Everystudent was its name. Now the people in this kingdom cared for none else,
We are big boys and girls. We know where we're going in life. We don't need to know about the weight you lost over break. We just need what will get us an "A". We need help when we ask for it.
Every Sunday she worries what the week will bear, scared and nervous, not wanting to go back there. Watching quietly as the teachers let it happen, no one will say a word,
Teachers ask you if you're okay Do they really care? No. You're gone a couple of days You fail a test You look exhausted Do they really care? No.
Hand-cramping notes, Dragged on presentations, Pages of homework, Tests with typos, All for what? A grade? A mark? A label? I'm an A student, she's a C student, and he's a failure.
I came for an education, Hoping to show my appreciation For known and unknown creations, But now I’m faced with the frustration Of being stripped of my imagination And stuffed with meaningless information
Education is something that you need to have A definate must with the impending reality of the world going from good to bad. There are a lot of people in the world who don't understand
you know what I hate? when teachers do that fake laugh it goes something like this: they tilt their head back open their mouth so wide that no rain within a 2-mile radius can escape
Kids are becoming thugs, don't you see them doing drugs? See them, smell them, almost taste it on your tongue.
I am but a boy As normal as a polka-dotted tree One may see me as odd Though there's nothing wrong with me Yet if you ask some schools How to handle a boy such as I
I love education but hate school. Call me ungrateful but it's true. Honesty is the closest thing I have to sanity. I have to be honest with myself or else no one will. I have to break this cycle of struggle and pain.
The world is a wasteland Rebuild among destruction Find hope in the rubble Of the mounds of dirt and sorrow Freethinking has been revoked from our minds Standardization has assumed control
You don't care Your a teacher ,an educator, you speak for the children
I simply don't understand Why teachers can steal teaching content from online Why teachers can take teaching content from McGraw Hill or Pearsons We aren't allowed to take pieces of content
Kids, teens, youg adults, we are not all the same. Not in our ability to learn nor our in our ability to remember what we've learned. So why,
I am at a lost Striving to be creative After being taught to filter After having my mistakes stigmatized My originality unsuitable for the classroom My voice silenced in my own education
To this Day I remember, All the things they said to me.
The lessons, the homework, the sleepless nights, so much noise. All while trying to keep on a smile with poise?
Education, a thing we take advantage in this generation.
These greatest years of our life and what do we take with us?
A girl is dreaming bout the day she won't wake up screaming How can she feel like drowning while everyone else is beaming? Perfect family, perfect body, they're all cheating
We teach our words so simple, this is how they soundWe tell the world to listen, expect a smile or frownWe think we know what's right, but often overlookedThe choice of which to choose, while writing our own books
welcome to hell. it is also sometimes known as high school.
So me and my statistics teacher have this thing where I ask something, and he gives me a sarcastic answer. Yeah, it's not funny. "Hey Mr.Jones, can I use the bathroom?" Whatever makes you happy Treasure.
Sunshine floods her window, And seems to be, The only brightness in her day. It's all routine.
It’s the bell, the handles.
I stand upon the dais, A pedestal of upright intentions, paving a highway to the sweltering lake, set-ablaze. I bare flesh to be branded, and awaits, a dossier,
tears shed through our eyes of innocence all of which we cannot see our passion and demon minds have not yet to perish but grow a stronger flame our thoughts so powerful and true its a beautiful tragedy we live in
Welfare! Welfare! Give me Welfare! Child one, two, three!-that's three thousand dollars for me! I'll sit at home and watch TV Forget my children and let them be I seem so sad What I'm doing is so bad
A misplaced smirk sneaks onto my face as I enter the sea-foam walls of my tenth-grade Spanish class. I remember last year, collecting coveted A’s on crisp paper as my older classmates
An idea pops into your head. It roams around speaking of great dreams, they seem real. Every time those eyes close, the darkness comes, that life comes to life.
The time is here Its the start of a new year All schools are preparing For children to being with their horse playing Teachers are saying that learning is key But all we know to argue and ask why?
I. I believe. I believe in. I believe in higher ed. I believe in higher ed. Education is the backbone of our society, Showing the path to the future emphatically.
The sh*t you can't say to your teachers... Is the sh*t that you say in the bleachers. It has nothing to do with the teacher's lesson So pay attention when class is in session.
We know the seduction of a harsh word Like we know the succubus-like tendencies Of pressure. The do-its are like Loreley Singing our ship against the winds And we stroke And we stroke
I can't stand the thrum of them constantly flash flooding the room again with the sound of their dissappointments in the young generation we are meant to simply fix the world with their inspiration
I sit here in this classroom thinking about what I could do if I would do,
Memories are all so vivid for me
Melancholy math is all I do,While I lie in bed thinking the hours through.Three to nine, thats eight hours right?Sleeping in the afternoon, not the night.Sleep deprived all of the time.
I am a student at Space Coast High School,
All I hear is speaking in a monotone voice, sitting here with my elbows crossed 'cause I have no choice. My summer days were filled with sunshine and carefree living, while sitting in this classroom gives me a chilling.
Sometimes its like I have no idea what
They say that this is how my body should look My hips, like this My breasts, like that My legs can’t be too thin or too thick, My stomach should be flat, and my bottom round
Say Something Rebecca-Lin Talmadge They say this is good for us This place will be our home But they don't warn you of the hate you will face
Every class you go to There's a fool Who don't know nothing about school Be Quiet! is always what the teacher say However these fools are all about play They don't realize that life is full of suprises
Sometimes in school I hear the remnants Of an orchestra concerto But then I shake my head and think to myself, ‘This can’t be so!’
Excuse me, ma'm but I would greatly appreciate it if you could update my grades before the second coming. I know. You have a life: Lots of Starbucks to show up late with
Education is the goal, of students in the fold. We strive for excellence, but are oft left behind for indulgence!
You call yourself teacher Yet, do you truly teach? You call yourself teacher Yet, do you do as you preach? You call yourself teacher Yet, I've learned nothing from you Not why the grass is green
Society has told her she is fat. But, she is beautiful. She is only average, her teacher said that. But, she is a genius. Her peers think that she has no friends.
i go to school for an education not for frustration not for confusion not for persuasion not to pressured into making bad decisions not to be yelled at by aggravated teachers
Never have I seen such great perfectionThe only thing I need is your affection.That smile of yours "could end wars and cure cancer"To all my worries you're the answer.
Ever gave someone your all and felt like its not enough. when you cry at night and feel like no one understands. and its like you been on the same rollercoaster so many times. and your tired but the more you try to get off the harder it gets.
An intelligent man once told me to get an education. An educated man once told me to save every penny, one day i might need it. An intelligent man once told me the difference between black and white.
Listening to your Whopper of a lessonCopying notes from the King
When your teacher tells you your skirt is too short or your top is too low and you know that when you walk into math class, the reason your raised hand is getting ignored isn't 'cause you're stupid,
Take high school seriously Wouldn’t want the smart people giving you sympathy Young women have more pride Be classy or be nothing, darlings you decide Pregnant teenagers popping babies
Your voice is a scarf and I can’t help but feel warm as it wraps around me. You’re an invigorating interval
I can only take so many tests And do so much homework I can only read so many books And care about so many grades People are dying And kids need help Education and medical care
Dear Teachers, WE THE STUDENTS are not walls that you can throw something at and hope to make it stick. A Teachers should teach, not sit behind a desk while a student passes out packets for us to do.
Shuffled through, mingled voices, cattle Not even a name, not even a face, only a body Not boys, not girls, not women, not men. Not even students. We are just a meager obstacle to the next paycheck
Just one second, please. The slashes and dashes of that velvet red pen Its pretty intimidating, how your life is judged based off of A grade The number of check marks The percentage.
I'll always remember a cold snowy morning in December. I awoke before seven and ran down stairs and sat by the pine tree.
The students Walk down the hallway And toss the Vagrant's gold On the ground Meanwhile The man leans On his broom And eyes humanity With a sordid look
I was always told to dress the part so I put on my costume. A white collared shirt, A skirt to my knees And a mask of a forced smile Along with a face covered in pounds of makeup,
I used to wear my heart on my sleeve, but they told me that it was against the dress code. The little numbers that indicated "good behavior" on my grade report made me shudder, nails in the coffin of a complacent existence.
Did you know I have dreams, hopes and goals, a wish? I'm sure you did- doesn't everybody have ambitions to admit? But did you know I can't manage to look past my wrists?
Anthony Williams Who am I ? Who am I ? Sometimes I wonder, but why? Judged by people I don't know They judging off information they don't know.
Teacher teacher listen here Today I have to share
They say those who cant do, teach. Well you are not exactly proving them wrong.You assume that because I'm the student and you're the teacher that I'm automatically at fault.
A rose in its petals holds knowledge and beauty. But when held by hands of curiosity, thorns break skin, and hands become discouraged. And hands clench fists. And fists lack knowledge.
I wish I could tell my teachers no. Yeah, you read right, no. No, I don't care about the stupid coefficient of friction no, i dont care about at what angle a plane need be falling at in order to land
We all got the same mentality Quit school, do your thing, be what you want to be But no one wants to put the work in No one has the courage to go against the government
Number One, you crack down with your whip, but smile everyday. You bring me into a world which I love, A world that makes me think and makes me wonder.
Professors claim we lazy and just don’t get it Nah sir, that point? You done missed it. It’s a scary time to be young, black, and gifted The frame of picture we was supposed to paint done shifted
Working together is what we should do, Giving a helping hand can be more than you think. Speaking of our goals and how to achieve them makes a difference. Energy is formed from within ourselves to strive for them.
In the absence of a father she's naive.Subject to believe anything that a man says.Subject to looking for love in all of the wrong places.Subject to giving her love, in more ways than one, too soon.
Education is not pencils. Education is not tests. Education is not classrooms. Education is more. Education is not principals. Education is not schools. Education is not teachers.
Dear teacher I wish you would teach the kids the why’s behind what you say.Dear teacher I wish you would show the kids how they should behave a certain way.Dear teacher I wish you would stand up for what you believe.
My english teacher, (A brilliant man, really), He likes to tell us that all subjects are connected. Obviously such distinct lines Drawn between subject classes Are unneccessary and hinder.
My lungs don't work well, but my brain does, And with my brain I dream and dream! In these dreams I can see my future. However, my brain does not sing. I sang for you - or was it for a grade?
Teacher, teacher your curriculum is whack, you give me so many assignments I have panic attacks. Teacher, teacher you treat us like fools, you talk down to us like we’re in preschool.
Two years ago, Seems like a blip on my life’s radar. Got conned into this four year plan, Apparently that’s just how things are. Moved into a residence hall, Expecting a sense of support from the school.
I never knew love could make you do crazy things until I met this boy,
Seven periods, one break, almost ten hours in school! The lesson is fast, my brain is now slow, an almost incompetent tool. The day has begun, we are in period one, Damn, nine more hours to go.
The right to an education, Is guaranteed. To everyone. This means that we are all, On even ground in school. And have equal opportunities to learn And excel in our studies. But just where
Damn Ma! That ass is- Pause. I hade a dream- pause. Where's your salary- pause. Broke B*- pause. I'm right, you're- pause. Your shirt is see thr- pause.
Here's your assignment, wake up early, sleepy ass. Here's your assignment, figure this math out, stupid. Here's your assignment, write this essay, dummy. Here's your assignment, read this book, retard.
Dear Teacher of mine, I have a few questions I would like to ask you. You always told me to ask questions when I had them. Funny how whenever I try to ask you, you never seem to answer,
Dear Teachers That Suck, You see me sit in silence You see me (try to) ace your class You see me waving to you in the halls You see me suck up You think I'm too nice to be angry
Shouts from every direction He stands there repeating Repetition Repetition Quit he say But do they LISTION What is control What is this room really for
Thank you faculty of education,
life. life is a chanllage everyone must face. some good some bad. life can change in an instant. life can go both ways wether you want it to or not. life at times can be a bit of a mystery.
Time is all I have... Don't waste it. In this age of instant lights buttons that gratify Inefficiency in busywork grates on my Instacultured mind. Please
I am not okay And I don't have the energy All of it's exhausting It's not that I'm not trying, But that I can't seem to care. Notes and tests and quizzes and books It's all just way too much
Being a good student means the ability to memorize. Yet, the teacher doesn't know their students names or look them in the eyes. Teachers should support their students to expand their knowledge.
First day rallies as I shuffle into my seat
You couldn't survive the battle we fight almost every single day.
When you spend your life with someone You gain a special feeling of respect. That feeling is what I’ve found in you
Some things happen that I can’t explain.
I can't keep doing this. My mind is blurry.
I am from the Rockies moutain, from tall buildings to small houses, I am from the branch of Carmen and Clemente, from glue and paste to crayons and markers, I am the Jaquez blood i carry,
Missus Teacher, I understand you have tenure You cannot get fired no matter what job you do You can sit at your desk all day As you do. You can hand out worksheets As you do.
I’m sitting there looking Your teaching I can’t keep up with your book keeping It’s confusing, but you keeping going
I can’t tell my teacher A whole lot of shit I think about it all day long and I’d never say it I can’t tell my teacher his class makes me feel safe
"I'll be fresh as hell with the feds watchin..." 2 Chainz provided me with my theme song for the week I was incarcerated. The Deans of Students decided that I was suddenly a criminal.
I walk into his room, notes from class unerased on the white board, and Mr. Frits still sitting at his desk. I hesistate for a second...standing in the doorway, But then he lifts his head and notices me,
Rest your head, darling. Let your body sink into the soft bed of green. Open your eyelids ever so gently, Just enough to see the stars. What do you see, darling? Do you see it all?
Yeah I got some shit but I ain't said nothin.
Living life as a teen is hard sometime it feels like I'm suck in a brick yard I try to look through it but that wall is not invisable To be honest its my parents acting like the wold is transmissible.
I really hate poetry, but I do like haikus. What was I saying?
America the great is what they sayWhere my children are shot down every dayWhen all they want to do is playAmerica the great what does this mean?
I am bored. My life is nothing But school work And people. The people only serve to make me feel lost in a sea of faces. I am erased. The color in my soul dulled
I find myself watching the class, As a spectator looking from the outside I see so many hurting people, everywhere The girl full of sass, Is really dying inside
Insatiably stalked by haunting perceptions Mental insecurities cause collections of indiscretions Bleak emotions are psychological assassins
As I walk through the hallways everyday, I am completely surrounded. I am overwhelmed by a sea of strange people and faces, Though some are familiar, I always have nothing to say.
Shakespeare? Why do we have to read Shakespeare? Everyone is going to die in the end, everyone knows that. Pop quiz over Beowulf? I didn't even read the story?! Do we have to spend two weeks on alphabetical filing?
You look at us. You know our names, But you don't know who we are. We're more than assigned seats and late papers. We're hopes, and dreams, and wishes on a star.
Eligibility to do something Means you have the credentials, right? All the right things for something
Life is like a girl with mood Swings you love her but sometimes you hate her She is sweet and warm But at times she can be as cold as a winters breeze She is full of mysteries that you can explore
Is it really necessary for a school to make it a rule for students to learn advanced classes While everyone speeds on by in the class I'm one of the few who just hopes he passes
Kindergarten came and went, luckly my transcripts were just sent. The teachers bashed and yelled for us to learn but really at the end all my papers were burned. Some mean and some strange
You just need to last until the break cramming for your GPA's sake You twitch and you cringe and you tweak and crack and you break and you freak You learn for the moment, not for retention
Miss Doctor Professor Mrs. Teacher Mister, Can I show you how much your class means to me 20 years from now? Let me get up and walk out the door Because every second that hangs himself, by his big red hand,
Yes you do a lot for us But do you really care that much? To help your students find their way Assist them with their future days? Teachers, counselors, principals too Will you help us with our future?
Your glare matches those of the evilest sinners convincing us, we'll never be winners. Disregarding our souls desires, building an electric fence of tangled wires. So tell me?
The teachers see me But they don’t see me To them I am Another desk Another essay Another test I don’t want to feel like a statistic I want you to at least Attempt
Little girl don’t listen to that mean voice, little girl suicide isn’t the only choice. Little girl
Teachers better start caring About what their students know. Instead of teaching just for the grades Of the students—it's all a big show. When you step out of the class room,
The School is full of shit Students can't say what they want All they are taught is to take a sit The school is full of misogony Girls can't talk about things that make men "uncomfortable"
Trust worty as a Strawberry Tree Innocent as a tattoo Never the confiteor, never the shame-faced
Its been 12 school years,and i've been looking at these same ole' boys and gals'.Looligagging up and down these same ole' halls.These same ole' teachers who know thatthey don't care at all.
You tell me that you’re “Not going to play this game” What the hell does that mean? You’re declining nonexistent invitations to nonexistent games now? NOT going to play. And they say that you’re not crazy.
Cookie cutter classrooms with egg shell wallsMonotone voices echo in the hallsChalkboards are gone, replaced by projectorsShunned like the math club’s pocket protectors
You’ve been through school So why don’t you see? A plethora of your students Have been bullied many times previously? What about the kid in the back row Who is always so quiet?
Calm down take a breath... there isn't much to say society is becoming the victim while the rest of the world is a dictator. telling you how to dress and play the game of life.
I want an A in this class (before registeration) Im going to earn an A (first day of the semester) Im going to get an A (during midterms) I deserve an A (check grades after finals B)
Study tonight, so you'll be bright, get the answers right, to soar at new heights. Come into school, wipe off your drool, sharpen your pencil, it's your only machine tool!
So many times you hear the word change.
I’ve spent so much of my life trying to conform to what others want me to be. To the stereotypes, the expectations, the judgments. And at the end of the day,
You see a Face, A Statistic A Number Another name on a list. But I am MORE -A Person.
Say hello to Student #24876
You tell us to be ourselves,
once upon a time I liked to press my fingers into the sides of my neck because it helped keep me quiet when I heard all the bad trying to sneak into my brain but as I grew and grew
I don’t understand “It’s not that hard,” You say. “It should be simple,” You demand. “You’re smart. Figure it out,” You yell. But, really, tell me;
I wouldn't open up to you if I could... I wouldn't give you a chance even if others say I should...
I met a fanastic woman last year A woman who cries no tears
Hey teacher, I've got something to say I want to tell you about stuff I see each day You need to change a lot, but i know you can do it. There's a lot to cover, so i'll get right to it.
Every day There I sit In a room filled with idiots No one listens, they all talk Teachers tell me to focus All I wanna do is walk Straight out the door Down the hall
I have other classes besides yours Oh And band Key Club Student Council Choir Track And a job You want this project turned in tomorrow? Let's see if it fits in my schedule
I step in the room and your at my throatIt's only your's I want to chokeI'm stressed out but I don't shoutI go straight to my seat and not pout
I cannot write an essay about myself, and this is why I do not find myself that interesting, And I certainly don’t have the time I cannot write about my accomplishments My many nonexistent prizes and awards
You might be a great human being, but you shouldn't be teaching specially if your strength isn't the subject you are attempting. We all ask you questions. Do you answer them?
I am a listener; Talk fluently so I can comprehend. I am a writer; Make out your statements, so that they be clearer. I am a studier; Assign me the exact topics to look over.
I look around me, and everything is changing. We are growing up, don't you see? We are actually aging. Yes, we are in high school Junior year to be exact Reality will hit soon though,
I don't understand
The homework papper cuts us dry, sitting in your office to hear you cry. guess nobody wore cloths today, i did'nt join in, they called me gay. kids ask me "you got somthin to say?",
Scholar won't you school me, or will you leave me dumb? Teacher won't you teach me, or shall I hold my tongue? Instructor, instruct me, before I start to shout! Lecturer, lecture me,
Teacher Teacher, do you see us as passing faces? Another year another set of faces? Don't you want to know more? More about us? Like how Miranda's mother tells her she's worthless?
The first day of school was fun Other classes turned in book reports, but we did none We got to know you and you seemed pretty cool
You think you are so powerful teaching at a school, but in reality it just makes you look like a fool. Telling kids what to do left and right, how about you just take a hike.
Sit up straight, chin up, eyes straight ahead. I feel like I'm in a pageant instead of a place of higher learning. I've been here only a few months, but at times my spirit is filled with dread.
Education is sort of like a loose screw, attached to a failing machine that tomorrow might turn on and we’ll all find out doesn’t work anymore. Here, let me clarify.
The desk is neat; the coat's unseen No teacher there - high five! You cheer, you applaud, it's a happy scene As you wait for the sub to arrive. Who will it be this time, Mr. Strict or Mr. Nice?
I stroll into the room only a second after the bell, And before I can even get all the way in, she's giving me hell! I'm like Teach, Miss, I get what you're saying
Young minds, Greater minds Sometimes a little hard to find Steadfast and they infuse Thoughts full of voice and and full of virtue Young Dreamers, Eyes open Always awake to this world, Never miss a moment
Dear Mrs. Wonderful, I would jut like to say, Thank You. Thank you for listening. Thank you for teaching me. You saw things no one else saw. You didn't ignore them.
I can say that I'm struggling. That everyday is a challenge to get out of bed To face a world that is so dead set against students.
When my teacher stresses, I stress. And when I stress I mess Up my work, I can't think straight. I love to learn but that will have to wait For the tests to be over.
The echo of a snicker. My feelings their biggest conquer. Emotional hurt they prefer. Poking at me, That memory still showcased. Authority refused to see. Now they hide behind cyberspace,
From the time we are born, we learn. We learn to walk, speak, eat. We learn right from wrong.
Roses are red, Violets are purple The teacher does nothing when i get a "purple nurple" I scream, i cry, The teacher ignores me with a deep, long sigh And, yet when i try to tell her The things he did
What can't I say to my teacher?I can say everything.But I don't.
There are few phrases that kids cannot speak. We all know the new slang and new hip terms, but we don't know "help." and "can you explain". Those are our forbidden phrases.
I didn't ask to be different. Didn't ask to be this way Some people find me brillant Others shove me away I didn't ask to be "abnormal" To have my mind work like it does
Bananas are like a summers moon soft, yet bright, colorful and delicate. They are edible boomerangs. A magnificent fruit inside a single peel. Its peel is its
I was told a mind is a bad thing to waste. Yet of those minds why must the blocking of teacher salary be minimum to the ever so clever oil driller or rather dead lined jobs?
Teachers we want your attention, We want no busy work in class, We want inspiring lectures, and clear instructions like glass, We need more answers, answers to our questions,
What, you may ask, bothers me about school? Well, first I will tell you it’s not really cool How every damn day I get out of bed And do the same old thing; I’m caught on a sled.
To gain one's respect, you must first show respect. Whether you are a teacher or student, you mustn't select. Age is not a limit but people tend to forget. When you forget respect, you will live in regret.
Its only 12 years, They try to bend your thoughts and fears. From day one with crayons and glue, To graduation day saying adieu. Just trying to get me through,
Dear Teacher I am listening I can hear all that you say And when I put my head down Dreams don't whisk me away I'm still here in this classroom
Teacher, oh dear, there's something i've been meaning to tell you all year I'd call you a b*tch, but that's rather mundane maybe a scullion, but alas, it's arcane
Standing at attention in front of their white background to yell and scream with hopes that you will reach me That you will reach the depths of my mind in time.
Education School Future These three words not only make chills go down more than half of Americas students But also chills down the spines of their parents
Ms. Walker, why must you lecture the whole entire class for one student’s wrongdoings? Why must you badger the whole entire class with that particular instance?
Dear Elementary School teachers, It has been years since we have spoken Since you let me slip away into the system Forgot me, and my talents Ignored what I couldn’t do. Well I am no longer that kid,
I'm A good Student I'm a Bad Student I have good grades and easy A's I have bad grades with no A's
i have to wonder where they're going with all of this.
Enough with radical equations and notations And teach us about the struggles of life Teach us about business plans and their relations And educate us on how to survive the night
I MUST BE IN THE WRONG CLASS BECAUSE, This wont help me, I want to study audio and most of my core classes wont help me to become wealthy, Four years of math?
School is where we come to learn and get an education and be successful.
How can you have said all the things you have said, done the things you have done, implied the things you have implied? Your words, so comforting and kind are all lies. Lies.
Teacher, you sit in class
You tell us to prepare for college And cram our brains with useless knowledge That won't help us in our lives Won't help us support our wives Why am I learning about pre-calculus,
We all sit in a desk Whether we want to or not, Learning things that you think we 'ought To know. But are we really learning? Studying and memorizing things. I know why the caged bird sings.
We, the "Responsible Young Adults,"
Dear Professor, Dear Instructor, Dear Educator, You say each day, With your sinking skin, your greying hair, That life’s not fair As if we young, jaded souls Had no idea -
Shit you can’t say to your teacher? It should be titled Shit I Should Say Math teachers working out polynomial equations and over exaggerated problems of how Bill bought twenty-three hundred apples;
Sierra lived in a nice house Nice family, nice clothes, All the things most kids want. Sierra chose to go down the wrong road Drugs,
Life is fragile, Life is cold, Life is short, Or so I’ve been told and told. I’ve been taught, I’ve been educated, I’ve learned, Soon I’ll have graduated.
He's tall and dark, I'm short and light, reverse racism is still racism, it just isn't right,
Teachers need to learn how to change
Students are eager; Some learn, but did you teach us? Perhaps the well is dry.
I can’t stand it. Everyone thinks that they know better, But they don’t.
I’m not an idiot.I am smart,Clever,And deprecatingly funny.
I actually find it quite interesting. This provocative idea of perfect education.
You say that we need to know the things that we learn, they're important to graduate, you were quite stern.
I know it's Monday You always say that But you don't know My Saturday I have a life outside of this classroom. Maybe I went to a funeral For someone who died Far too young
When I sit in your class Concentrating hard, Your goal is aparent, Only to bombard. Questions then statements, Rude and nice, Don't tell me to be "As quiet as those mice".
i am not a single letter. i am not a number. so why do you assign me these things that constitue my "success"? i am more than one letter in a report card. i am more than a number in the class rank.
Don't hold back on your teachings. You are to make me learn. Don't complain to me that you're not making enough money for this. Be my tutor. Let me understand every detail of this subject.
Classes are divided into three kinds of student There's the group that causes trouble, that's their only intent
You look on at the cataclysmic phenomena we call "bullying" And your eyes see nothing, blind to the quips He shoots at His known inferior. He is almighty, His omnipotence hypnotizing even you,
Measure the lines tangent to the bags under my eyes;There you will find the accurate slopeOf how quickly or slowly depending on how you look at itMy energy is decreasing.
463 names written on the library walls older than you and all you have to offer the world is a low GPA and an even lower self-depricating mind? What a way to exist, my dear
He cannot teach math but he expects us to learnHe makes lame jokes, and pretend we all having funWhen I need help, he tells me "go look it up, son"Are my parents' tax money paying for none?
Every day I go to work I'm training to be something that'll make them look good Make them look great
I find myself looking at the clock every 5 minutes. Somehow, the amount that I've learned doesn't match the time that's passed. Maybe the clock is broken... Or maybe the curiculum is broken...
They act like I have no life, and the only thing important is to learn what they teach, When there is a weekend they add more homework to my life sucking away my time like a leech,
The things you teach you've been taught yourself. You pass down knowledge hoping more will be added to it. But have you ever let us teach you? Have you ever listened too what we had too say?
Motivation is lost Carelessness is found Education isn't seen as a merry-go-round to my students and my teachers. What is fun in a classroom?
Frustration builds and I'm kicking myself I've procrastinated on the project again, and my anxiety rises I only do this to myself because, I have anxiety issues Due dates only make it worse
Mechanical, Hand and pencil, Slides and skids, No thought. Motor neurons overriding associations. What am I learning? Nothing. Busy work, Notes, No hands-on,
I didn't sign up for these seven hour days All my time spent in school - none left to play. Looking around the small cluttered room at the thirty four kids crammed into this tomb. I didn't sign up for this.
I am afraid Afraid to raise my hand Afraid to even try I am smart, just not as smart as my classmates I know i am smart, I just take a longer time comprehending
I stare at the teacher’s desk as I walk in class one cold winter morning Messy desk it was, full of files and ungraded papers with no teacher attending it
High School, a place of pity, I ask the teacher "are you listening",
Tick Tock Tick Tock The seconds drag by Are you still talking? Tick Tock Tick Tock God I want to leave But I'm glued to the chair
From pre-k to twelfth grade, we are taught to keep quiet, raise our hands, and be nice to everyone. I know my abc's and my 123's, but not the essentials. As a senior in high school,
Like Usual, I wake up at 5:15 5:15 for what? Yes, you've guessed it -School How would I ever like this thing called school after having to wake up so early daily? I'm not a morning person
There's two sides to everyone student.
We are not clay That you have to mold Into a shape you desire No, we are more like flowers That need love and care Guided by a hand So we can grow on our own
What would I say? If I could say it all. I would say.... The class is a bore, nothings new nothings different This class is a snore, its monochrom, monotone, a robots drone
Teachers always say that they are people, too. Then, how about you act like people. By the way, you should also shower now and then. Teachers say they’re always available for extra help.
"They just don't know." I thought to myself, "They just don't understand it." "If only they knew that there are few who have this gift and cherish it." Many see school as quite a bore.
Dear Future Me,
War.War within myself,War surrounds me.Inside I'm freedom,but self-made bonds are magnetizing me.
There are four lobes that make up the human brain. The frontal, parietal, occipital, and temporal all work to keep us sane. We all go to school from 8 til 3 hoping to fill those lobes,
There are four lobes that make up the human brain. The frontal, parietal, occipital, and temporal all work to keep us sane. We all go to school from 8 til 3 hoping to fill those lobes,
You give us too much homework
Students have issues. We spend our days sitting in class rooms, and our nights working minumum wage jobs. Some of us live on our own, and others don't have a home at all. We have needs,
"Stand up," you say "You'll use this someday" But that day never comes for T. Gray They called her whore, and you heard all of this Yet you ignored it because ignorance is bliss
"Stand up," you say "You'll use this someday" But that day never comes for T. Gray They called her whore, and you heard all of this Yet you ignored it because ignorance is bliss
There is no pain quite as terrible as that of waiting.
We have dreams and aspirations, you guys are just here to get us to those places. Success is the main key, but how are we suppose to reach success without honesty?
its that time of class when your books are stacked on your desk and they have been there for 5 min. already your eyes have been glued to the clock and your friends start to get ansty.
A gateway toward another world a brighter, better future. A simple silence conquers the world and leads to more conclusive, evidence of brighter minds and sharper clarification
In a sea of fish, You are the sand. On Christmas day, you are the socks my mom bought for us. In an orchard of peaches,
The questions are strong Our life seems long For who do you teach As we learn with little breach We debate on meaning The arguements never leaning Time slowly ticking past
Lines, graphs and shapes are traced, Vocabulary words are cut and paste, Color in the elements and their atomic mass,
I am terri
High school has taught me lessons Both small and significant I have met people like myself Hopefully one day I'll benefit I've networked and networked, trying to find the help that I need
Like the sun, every day I want to become brighter, Like the moon, when I fall asleep at night I want to become brighter.
I walk the halls, getting one last look at the walls. They've never looked so pretty, as I imbed them into memory. I can still hear the screams, and see the lights beam, as I stand alone,
I'm more than test. at best, our education's a mess. Poorly designed, leaves kids behind, instills the grind of "working life." I have to take action, no satisfaction,
mind over matter, but the equations on our minds really don't matter. the stoner behind me is fully content,
Dear, dear teacher What do you have against Youtube? It can't be the educational tutorials or comedy videos or movie clips So I guess it must be the comments
Many teachers give requirements that they can't even keep. Standards giving to us that they can’t even meet. How you gon tell me to be on time to class, but you always late to teach. What if i said "you late get a pass".
You think you're being clever But you aren't.
I once took a test that required I fill in my race. I looked at the options, and confusion struck my face. As i bubbled Hispanic/Latino I felt I was lying to the Test Proctor.
The bell r
You look at us like we're mice You poke and prod us
I am a human being Although young and, yes, possibly naive I breath and feel and cry just like you I give in to peer pressure I put way too much on my plate but I dont eat half of it
Bullshit. I said it, I call Bullshit. We don't need this class, It's a filler, it is Bullshit. My score didn't put me here, I hit my mark, this is Bullshit.
"Please take a seat. The test will begin shortly." The dreaded words. Just the thought of taking this test makes me sick to my stomach. I have test anxiety. Whenever a test is placed in front of me, I blank.
There was constant sobbing That could not be held in any longer They sat on their bed looking at their body They knew that they were not worth the effort They didn't want to belong on this planet
Thanks. Thanks for your help Thanks for your support Thanks for the biased grades Thanks for laughing at kids harsh jokes Thanks for not seeing the things done by your faves Thanks for being there
Teachers, they do not seem to see That no one learns exactly like me. I learn real fast, but some learn real slow And teachers, they never know what pace to go.
There are some things that I wish I could tell you, but as my teacher, I don't really want to tell you. I wish I could tell you about my depression.
Pride is a disease that sows the mouth shut and makes the throat dry. It's the key that locks away my feelings and hides my sadness . A simple Plea can't escape Pride's clutches
If only, if only. Textbooks sat on dusty shelves, While students went out and did things for themselves. Cell phones rang unanswered, And desks lay unused.
Everyday is the same when I walk in and out students always talking and laughing out loud
You think you know the world in its whole You think you know the real stories and events You think they teach you facts but they glamorize the lies They say Thanksgiving started as friendship and sharing
Wake up at 6 in the morning,
We have all had that one teacher, The Boring one, If education was a taste, they would be a rice cake. The Strict one, This person is the Sargeant of your class, and you are a private.
That I don't understand I'm not sure if I will soon, either, But know that I'm trying my hardest It's just that I'm too scared to ask questions in class Because I don't know how to word
In front of others you say we are your top priority but behind closed doors you say you only do it for the money That it matters not if we learn or not But you still getting paid Not Fair Is What I Say
I want to help, I want to succeed I can't be lazy, I need to do this for me School is the only thing going for me. I get to expand my thoughts to bigger and better things.
Automatic voice Teacher talks despite herself Even she is bored Someone’s head bobs back and forth As if to keep conscious I feel myself fade I feel myself disappear
A,B,C,D,F.Funny how vn th systm who grads us on it gts it wrong isn’t it?Things larnd in an hour must b prfct th night of.A ranking in th “ral world” droppd in an instant for lack of rcognition of concpt.
You claim we did not read Macbeth. Your facts? Our failing test scores. When the class average is forty six, It becomes obvious that if everyone failed there is something wrong.
Honestly I've never had any problems with a teacher, but that's just me. Maybe it's because I take all AP and IB classes. Maybe it's because I'm not rude to the teachers. Maybe it's because I actually do my work,
I sit here and stare as the clock strikes ten after, Head banging from all the laughter, Whack! A pencil hits me on the arm, “Oh, I’m sorry”, you don’t react to my alarm, You sit there at your desk,
If music is a choice, why can't gym be a choice? If art is a choice, why can't gym be a choice? What if some of us are not physically inclined? Just like some of us are not artistic?
Here are all the words I’ve been meaning to say Smashed and crushed Torn away You should see what happens When you walk away Desks pushed side to side