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And you glance at the date
And the clock in the corner;
It’s already getting late.
Your eyes are tired,
These classes are higher than stormy waves,
And are taught at such a hasty pace!
I know, the teacher never promised me all A’s,
But will they offer very little grace!
5 A.M.
The alarm clock goes off
like a fire alarm
waking me from my dream state.
I stumble through the labyrinth
gathering my stuff and getting dressed.
Am I failing?
I'm probably failing.
Did I pass?
Will you look for me?
No wait don't look.
I'm not ready.
Are you sure?
Should I go talk to her?
Did you say I got an A?
Exams
What can I tell you
that you don't already know?
They suck out you soul
as you study
They take your comprehnsion
as you re-learn
We teenagers may gripe and complain
but....
I need to prepare.
I have to get ready.
I have got to get the part perfect.
I am here.
I am alone.
I am nervous
I should not be nervous.
I have to calm down.
I know I can do this.
Yes, Of Course, Please, and Thank You,
The United States Department of E-D-U,
Yes, Of Course, Please, and Thank You,
In their grand benevolence is delighted to do,
Yes, Of Course, Please, and Thank You,
Bound up in leather, like the books
And held by paper chains
A heart no longer functioning
Inside, no soul remains
They put a hat upon her head, pulled low
To hide the brand
Past the thresh hold
You would never believe the terrors in the walls of the institution
The terrors of exclusion, and confusion in a potion
My priorities in a gyre I lost all of my devotion
When I was in high school everyone was skipping class
Not me cuz my mom would kill me if I didn't pass
But it was wreckless
There where kids playing hookie and teachers not taking attendance
From birth we are tested
Spanked on the butt to see if we cry
In Elementary school we learn for standardized tests
"You're learning this because it's on the test"
Pencil, booklet, answer sheet
Will they be my victory or my defeat
When you start the timer, my hearts starts to race
When I'm 10 minute behind the class, you tell me to pick up the pace
I am not a number,
I will not conform to a game.
I am not a test,
I will not feel the shame.
I will make you know my name.
You aren't my friend
You haven't even tried.
In 1776 something important happened.
On October 25 2012 I could tell everything about it, but the test is over
I can't remember anything about it now.
Molecules are important
Into antique graffitiYou slam me;Books filled with the company ofEnemies and falsehoodsMold me,And them,And usInto mechanized monsters,Unable to breathe,With disparities for
Stressed, sweaty palms, have I mentioned I hate tests?
I've literally done great all year, better than my best.
Great grades, perfect attendence, and always on time,
But the term "neccessary evil" is what comes to mind.
A class with no tests
now that would be the best.
we could focus on learning and growing and who we want to be
instead of a grade on a paper being the only thing we see.
Lines before whiteSweat on a pencilFingers in hair
Graphite sweat
The first bold wordsThe first eraser marksInsipiration not there
Graphite sweat
Up all night worried about this moment.
I just need to pass.
I stare at the students faces as the each get their paper back.
One by one relief, fear, stress
all fretting over this one measly test.
I-am-not-nervous
Iamnotnervous.
Breathe
I am not nervous.
Really, I’m not.
I may look a wreck:
tired eyes and hair a mess,
dressed as if
I haven’t done anything
(poems gIt’s test day for students of African descent
The test is administered but the questions on the test is what the students resent
Instead of opposition the questions are faced with submission
