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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
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