The Prison

New year, new term 

Different changes but yet still the same faces

We come with open minds yet they slowly close

They think they're helping by cramming the information

So I ask them 

Will science even help?

They teach this but don’t even look

it shows we are dying and in hurt

Every new test, project, assignment, and more 

Keeps piling and piling till it all comes tumbling down

 

So yes

Ask why I have baggy eyes and emotionless faces

Because you keep assigning while I go unsleeping

And it is not just the prison but also the home

Can I please leave this weight on my shoulder saying “good grades good grades”

 

As for the work

There’s the social aspect, 

With all the people so look and act the same

You have the cheerleader with their hair all straight and wearing their gloss

Then the jocks all laughing not with them, but at them

We walk through the battlegrounds of social class

Or like some of them call it the cafeteria lounge

It’s all separation of everyone who looks and act the same

Be careful where you sit

 It might determine your fate

 

But even though I say all these things 

It still brings us to see,

It’s not all bad that we learn these things 

I just leave you with one thing 

Are you sure it us

Or the plan we’ve had since 1803

This poem is about: 
My country

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