Oh teacher of mine,

You look at me as though I am swine.

All I want you to do is post grades

You somehow make my love for writing fade

You humiliate me in class

And behind your back I like to talk trash

Your voice is so bubbly

At one point I thought I could look up to you

But now I know the truth and its ugly.

What’s wrong with you lady

Can’t you see

I want to pass your class with a

Grade higher than a “B”

I suck up to you

And you reject it

But if I was a guy

Would you accept it

When I ask questions you make me feel dumb

Now when I see you on Tuesdays

I pray that my life to be done

I want to yell at you and tell you to stop

Because one day lady

You’ll see, I’ll be on top