stuffyoucantsaytoyourteacher
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Knowledge is something
To be obtained with a price
For some it's quite easy
Other's just can't get it right
Some want to finish with honors
For others 'just ok' is enough
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
I walk into my classroom
I look around
Teachers everywhere
I hear echoes saying, “Grow up. Grow up. Grow up.
In reality, Focus. Future. Focus. Future.
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.
Open your eyes and see me
My needs and weaknesses
And strive to help me thrive
And overcome the obstacles I’m sure to face
Within this building
and life itself
By the drum major's count, four in all,
on the down beat of four is where I fall.
Four beats, four measure phrases
black seats and brown leather cases.
Four whole years to figure it out,
I'm not saying you're a bad teacher,
Or a bad person in that matter,
I'm just saying that the smell coming from you,
Isn't pleasant in the least sense.
It viciously smacks my nostrils,
Pressure
Ten thousands tons on my back
Can’t stand all that weight im toeing around
Ask me to step up my game
but I mature a little late so it’s not happening now
I can't tell my teacher that their class is boring,
but I can tell them that the girl sitting next to me is snoring.
I can't tell my teacher to stop talking,
but I can tell them that there's a man at the door knocking.
If you would only listen, not just to my words, but to the grammar in my sentences, the quivering in my voice, the lowness of my tone, then you might pay attention to the sweat running down my slouched shoulders, my eyes wandering, that paper cut
Dear teacher,
I know it’s rough because
Everything is changing, but still
You need to make time for your students
As a senior, I don’t want to be here either,
I enter class
Just to pass
What I need
To succeed
But, there is just one problem
You are not there to help me
I try to seek advice
And when I do
You are not precise
These fractions on the whiteboard
Cannot seem to hold my attention
I don’t mean to hoard
My willingness to learn, yet there always seems to be a big prevention
I want to learn, to become smart
Be strong little warrior
my mother said to me.
Things will turn up, they will get better,
Trust me, you will see.
We may be alone and afriad,
living on the dark and cold street.
