Poetry Slam: Education

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I speak, my natural flaws

Aside

To the Past, Present and Future

 

Great minds catching every green light

Are ran, soon swept out of sight

We carry on, all day long

Stop sign after red light

 

One day leads to another

And soon leads to Present.

I’d tell you more about it

But I don’t know much about it.

 

 

All children, and adults alike,

Live in a fairy tale

Where proper grammar never matters, and

An address is no longer for family letters,

But for college pamphlets and army recruits

You do not recall giving information to

 

Innocent life algebra

That will help us pay the bills

Is simply overlooked,

But the FCAT you dare not fail

 

And science? It’s a joke

Sheldon Cooper is out for blood

It’s now just a tangent

We slide it under the rug

And…

All the little minds do is

Lay their disciplinary forms out on their desk, next to

Their Starbucks and their

iPhones

But the future dares not text

 

You HAVE to be the change, they say,

No real plead in their voice

All this pressure will have gone away

They talk so much about their unbearable pain

To this generation, the future looks insane

Who really has all the shoulder weight?

 

I could be that

Yes! The future I could change

If one with such flaws would set them aside

I have to have guidance

To one day give, and be Wright

Good riddance!

 

With words to say

No one cares how much you know

Until they know how much you care

If Past constantly tell us they should have stayed home,

For future to say the same is only fair

 

One step at a time…

 

No, you’re focusing on the wrong things

You see, we live in a world where

Colleges only waive football players

And the less-than-rare AP class takers

If you take regular because it’s hard to keep up

Past does not care one bit

Future, good luck!

 

The stress was taken away from me

Once a real educator came in me in honesty:

 

No one is here to help you.

Though life is about growing to think

For yourself

The little guidance provided

Is like a nation divided

And will always have its favorites.

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