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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

was in school. Boy I miss the 80s.

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