Dear Teacher

Who sits behind your desk

Prattling off on your phone

While we are taking a fucking test

You didn't give us the information 

Beforehand

That's just fucked

Now I'm just praying

For just some good luck

How about going more in depth

And be more passionate?

Who would have thought classrooms were so fascist?

That a woman or man

Could have the audacity to make a student feel so low

"Questions are welcome!"

Well what about those

Who aren't getting your "lesson plan"

And can't get it wrapped around their heads

They ask for an explanation

But they get reprimanded instead

They get accused of not paying attention

Or disrespect

But you're teaching America's youth

And I think it's time to reflect

Upon the fact that sitting your classroom

Is a potential mother, father, worker, president and criminal,

Or how about the fact that some teacher's comments are so subliminal

Like when they look down a student's shirt

Or unnessary commentary?

Or comments that refer to something more domiciliary?

It's time we get together

And try to make better

Of a failing nation

And how about a standing ovation

To our upcoming generation

Of leaders and workers

And all in between

How about we work on fixing the fucked up education system

And start off clean

To educate, inspire and most importantly

To encourge students to be following their dreams.