My Psychology Professor

So you're a Psychology prof.

That's pretty cool I guess,

and this is your first dual-credit class.

You've never been around high schoolers,

you don't know what to expect.

But you share a little too much,

TMI my dude.

I don't wanna know about your wife,

or why you won't have kids,

or your sexuality for God's sake.

We're 16 and 17 year olds, 

we don't know what we're doing with our lives.

We want to find our own ways, not follow yours.

And back to that TMI note,

we don't need to know your opinions on things, 

like what drugs give the best highs,

like what kind of sex is okay, and 

definitely not what you do on the weekends.

Just teach us by the book, please,

and don't give us that crap about how

it's inaccurate, or you know better.

I'd rather know this, instead of your bio.

Just stop, please.

This poem is about: 
My community


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