Poems from mccahantaya

Stop putting us back into your shoes.
Hand-cramping notes, Dragged on presentations, Pages of homework, Tests with typos, All for what? A grade? A mark? A label? I'm an A...
I do my homework,I
I do my homework, I go to church, I never get in trouble, Why doesn't he love me yet? I've cut my hair, I've changed my clothes, I laugh...