Thank You
Cramped in the straight desk
Dreary, Lifeless, White walls
Four Sides, Clear, Cut, Square
No Shapes, No Colors, Nothing
Students stare silently
Throwing Daggers, Knives, Pointing Guns, Pulling Arrows
With their
Eyes
No one sees what I see
The teacher struggling to open a window of light
Electric Yellow
Showing us the crystal oceans sailed long ago
Blissful Blue
Conflicts painted in red
Fire Engine Red
Empires grown and harvested in one swipe
Soft Lilac
They don't want to see this window
They block the colors, the knowledge, the past
Leaving the teacher in a blank space seemingly dancing like a mime
Eyes can see yet not percieve
The teacher looks into a mass of the disillusioned and disenchanted
Heart slips into hand, failure swinging on the outstretched arm
Rising and feeling the knives pierce my cranium
Thank You
Those forbidden words spoken in to the air vaccuum seems to explode
No one says these things
Why thank teachers for making us suffer?
Making us learn
Why?
Because those teachers are trying to open a window and make us see
When no one else does.
That's why.