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There is this deepness,
Darknes,
Burning in me.
Begging me to give in.
Striving for approval,
Reaching for hope,
Wondering,
Waiting,
Just to be told.
No matter how much work,
No matter how hard I try,
There is no way,
That I will ever see pride in your eyes.
I'm the black sheep,
The broken,
The once was,
The never will be.
I've come to understand,
I am who I am,
and no matter what,
If no one else will be.
I'll be proud of who I am.
I've worked hard,
I've been knocked down,
But I haven't given up.
That darkness,
It's still there though,
Waiting for me to quit,
Just so it can laugh.
And when It laughs,
I'll hear your laugh,
Because all you've ever wanted,
Was for me to fail.
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savigirl14
Really good
Debi Lyn
I love this poem. It's SAD, but it makes a point that should be made quite loudly.
The schools my kids have attended have ALL neglected or abandoned them.
I have 3 of my own and kinda adopted one who lived with us his HS years. He
and my oldest - a son - were both assigned an At-Risk Coordinator who was
SUPPOSE to assist them by various means so they could graduate. These two boys
are super smart, smarter than some of the teachers, but had difficulty sitting through
lectures or slow, boring teaching methods. Kids like this are pretty much tossed to
the curb. Now why would anyone do such a thing? Clearly, she didn't believe they
would succeed. She should have lost her job after what she did to my boys!
BOTH boys were able to go through a local tech school to get their GED or HSED
because there weren't enough juniors or seniors interested or needing it. That's right
these boys were in the 9th grade when this wild opportunity arose and they jumped in.
They both passed the HSED in record time and with flying colors! When I shared
their scores, I received a plain email with one word: Congratulations. Like a form
letter, empty of any emotion at all. If she was working with them at all and CARED
about their success, I would have expected something of more substance - you know,
like, "Hey, that's great! Tell them both I'm glad they did so well." I really don't think
that is asking too much.
My daughter was failing 6th grade, and someone actually decided to determine what
was going on and possibly help her improve. It turned out she had comprehension
issues; cuz THAT wouldn't affect EVERY single class she had! Grrr The help they
were 'able' to get for her amounted to all of 10 minutes, once a week. You have GOT
to be kidding me! LIP SERVICE at best.
My youngest son, also smart as all the teachers combined, was bored out of his mind.
What they were teaching at one school in 8th grade, he'd already learned back in 5th
or 6th grade in his previous school. There was ONE teacher I will never forget: a
math teacher at one of the last schools he was in. My son made a power point that
helped explain the particulars of whatever learning segment they were on. I believe
it was to have been for extra credit and to give him something to do since he was ahead
of other students. The teacher was so impressed with it he asked if he could use it in
classroom instruction! THAT is a wise teacher.
The last school, however, didn't even want to admit him; the principal INSISTED he
enroll in a special helps program - separate school in the town - because he couldn't
mathematically achieve enough credits (1) to graduate ....ON TIME! Ohhh, heaven forbid
the boy has to stay extra time.... no no no! THAT would look bad for the school's stats.
Long story short, when I straight up asked him if it was a LAW, he said no and admitted
it was "his preference"! My son enrolled in the regular school. That principle loaded
him up on every class he could so that he would graduate with his class. So, while he
was trying to keep up with TWO YEARS of classes at once, a couple things fell by
the wayside, and he was going to be short on credits afterall. Mhmm - Mr. Principle
came up with a bogus way to still make it work. I don't think this guy belongs in
charge of any education facility either!
(1) Prior to moving to that city, we had become homeless and struggled with getting
enrolled in one permanent school, and by no fault of his own, he wound up NOT
enrolled long enough to miss needed credits... long story.
Your poem took ALL that and beautifully conveyed it in a poem! Perhaps, one day,
we will have more teachers that truly care about their students like we had when I
was in school. Boy I miss the 80s.