stuffyoucantstaytoyourteacher
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Hey you! Stop right there,
Those are the five words I never fail to hear.
In the hallway or inside the classroom,
If a teacher sees you in an outfit a little out of dress code, you are very much doomed.
Yes, I value my education.
That's why I'm always asking questions that you never answer.
Yes, I am African American.
I might not be as golden colored as your favorites, but that
doesn't mean I'm ratchet.
To My Beloved Chris, Something about you makes my heart race That's why I don't want this to go fast-pace You are on my mind all day, During all hours of sleep, work, and play If you don't want this anymore I'd understand, But please let me
ay teach why do you do what you do
u say your not found of kids
but your choose to teach them
deadlines, you get mad if we don't reach them
but take forever to gradeour work
why punish the whole class
the motto use to be no kid left behind.
so you tell me one thing is it me or are they blind.
30 kids one teacher now who can do the math.
everybody need assistance but he can barely help half.
Don't think i'm the guilty one,
when your impressed with status.
You can't ruin the abuser, when hes wrapped up in silk,
a royalty in high school,
while i'm just the pauper who cried wolf.
To the
Teacher
Who came in
Ten minutes late to first period
Because your car
Broke down. Whose lesson plan is a last minute mess because
You recently found out your husband is cheating.
Walking through the hallways, a million things going through my head
Some of these classes made me feel dead
Most teachers care, some don't
Because it's only money they want.
I'm barely holding on, I'm slowly letting go
of this thing called reality, that's served its final blow
I can't keep fighting, I'm not moving forward
if anything, backwards, from this unrealistic torture
It hits hard like a stick on a drum
it tears things apart, leaving you numb
waiting until you're vulnerable, it takes you by surprise
then striking fast it takes the ones, that were always by your side
this isn't my home, it's a temporary hell
but I won't stand here and say, "Oh well"
I'm sick of this life, I'm sick of this pain
I'm tired of living, I'm mentally drained
The daily torture you can't escape
the fearful days you have to face
when you walk in, they all stop talking
when you walk past, they all start laughing
you sit alone everyday
YOU
By Brittany Simon
You see my name but not my face
You see my grade but not my state
You hear my voice but not my words
You hear the words but don’t know a verb
