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The ruling class rejects the language of the common people.
They regard certain expressions as expletives and profanity.
The educated fools prize academic speech and academic writing.
I thought writers and readers were more educated.
Have you not heard of figurative speech?
Not every expression is to be taken literally.
And only idiots would take general terms personally.
I remember the poet who read last time his poem/short story, The Sins of Man. This is a response to the Sins of Man poem he had written.
Your brain needs a book
To have a nice look
It make you learn word
Which have been in world
There are books which are curse
Some books are made for nurse
The book which have cure
Ms. Ms. Hailey.
Come Ms.
Ms. I need your help
Ms. why didn’t I get full marks?
Ms. turn on the AC.
I like your shirt.
He ran to each car with roses in his hand,
The pain in his eyes is hard to understand,
No money ! No ease , just despair!
Helplessness wouldn’t even let him breath fresh air,
Education,
Want us to be attention,
In order to build the nation.
Education,
It shows direction,
In order to do correction.
Education,
Needs people more than ten,
In order all to learn,
Where is the magic?We all start out knowing magic.We are born with hurricanesand whirlwinds, oceansand galaxies inside us.We are able to sing to birdsand read the cloudsand see the destiny
Fallen angel! Why are you scared?Why you dwelt alone in shadow? Why you tighten your fists?why threaten the whole life?i know, afraid to .love,let tenderness pour from your eyes
Now When It Comes To Keeping My Brain Waves MOVING...
I Choose To DO IT... Rather Than Refuse It... !!!
Because I’m NOT STUPID Or One Who Is Foolish... !!!
Now I DO Make Mistakes And Have Made Some BAD Choices...
My poetry is a radical voice against evil men and their systems
It openly challenges the wicked and heartless political leaders
It exposes the corruption and the oppressive laws of the governments
My professor wants me to analyze a poem
And why at the end there are two
Enjambèd lines with only one word.
Who wants to tell this idiot
they squeeze the fiberglass grip,
head down,
arms at side.
one hand,
situates a fist.
the other,
houses a Glock,
A soft breeze flows seamlessly
Through a forest the size of the world
A tree feels the featherlight touch
The generous moon places upon it
ITS ALL COMING BACK TO ME NOW
How can I ever refrain from
Memories of our school age days
Days when our world was wild
I remember the anthem of claps
And the rhymes in our voices
The care free of our minds
Diversity essay illustrations are precisely what you need to compose an essay that will be read and appreciated by your own reader. Now you know why it's very important to protect the Amazon rainforests, you can do precisely that by phoning your
Now The Learning Curve Within THIS WORLD...
When It Comes To How We Live Is A SERIOUS THING..... !!!
You Might THINK You Know A Person...
But It’s Clear That HIGHER LEARNING...
Means You Need To Be OBSERVANT... !!!
I enjoy reading poems,
They beget a sense of serenity.
They put a heart alarmed at ease,
Wrap in a fabric of peace and tranquillity.
Read the poems aloud,
Savour your breath.
Bare feet wandering around the city,
Smiling ear to ear,
The sound of their laughter between the chaos and the smoke,
Their cries unheard in the city of dead at the crack of dawn,
Bare feet wandering around the city,
Smiling ear to ear,
The sound of their laughter between the chaos and the smoke,
Their cries unheard in the city of dead at the crack of dawn,
With the dreams in my mind,
I write, I think, and I fly...
Never wonder what's beyond the life..
Is it full of colours or dark, same as I shut the eyes..
The poem "Bastard" is about an alienated child born out of wedlock. S/he suffers rejection anywhere s/he goes; to mother, father and even grandparents. S/he gets neglected by everyone so much that not even school or Xmas parties are accessible.
The poem "Bastard" is about an alienated child born out of wedlock. S/he suffers rejection anywhere s/he goes; to mother, father and even grandparents. S/he gets neglected by everyone so much that not even school or Xmas parties are accessible.
Staple gun to my head
Pin it closed the gaps of dread
Leaving out the slips of blood
Creeping forward pools of red
Wash my hands are never clean
Find Another Way: Thomas Edison once said; "Our greatest weakness lies in giving up.
Do you know the importance of teachersThat question is a lesson in itselfHow do you learn to achieve wealthReceive a doctorates or even a black belt There’s a great teacher aroundGreat with a ball or maybe a wrenchThere’s a great teacher aroundPre
When I look into your eye’s
I see what you try to disguise
To surmise Your pain
Not in vane
We are all the same
Humane
What defines a life is how you create it
I take a look at my life
And realize
The times I spent
Dreaming
I should have been
Believing in my self
Not drowning
Over whelmed asking for help
So, he said
What happened to faith and honor
What happened to our morals
The fake faces are looked up to
While the great go unnoticed
The famous are counterfeit
While the praiseworthy are ignored
Quesy is the smell of something untasted to most.
A certain flavor savored to all.
Amidst the season of distaste to none.
Unappetizing the palette of permanence.
Mouthwatering the tasteless.
Sweet dishes,
Without my parents, I wouldn’t be here,
That’s obvious, but I mean something else.
If they didn’t come here from over there,
Inside where the fire rages,
a blasting inferno of a furnace,
I hold desperately onto clumps of coal and gasoline—
trying to gather all the fuel I can
that will blaze way to my future.
My future calls my name
I don't know where I should aim
My interest for nursing may be spendy
It also may be trendy
But if scholarships won
College can get done
The stress of college cost,
Pain is physical
It is counter productive to love, a conclusion in the mental
When Pain refuses to try again, Love breaks the deadlock
When Pain instigates the feud between man and fear, Love encourages boldness
I look to the left
I see my man
He holds
Our feline tricksters,
To the right
My family
Smiling brightly,
In front of me
My hopes and dreams
“Work, work, work. Work to achieve what I didn’t.
You can be great. Work, work, work”.
All of my life my mom has told me to work.
Don’t settle like she did.
Education is key to maturing the mind.
Without it, all of mankind
Would be hopelessly blind,
The strength in Mama's hands as she bakes
The strength in Daddy's mind as he takes
a risk for the family.
The crease in Grandma's brow as she knows
The crease in baby's face as he grows
to learn about family.
Esther,Brandon,Lila, and Grant,
Henley, Melissa, Robbie, and Brent,
They showed me something I never knew before;
In the words of child, my passion was born.
Reaching them is now my goal.
She races to my car
As our eyes meet from afar
Her pink dupatta drags itself on the road
Why does she carry this wave of hope?
I pray for the light to change
But she’s beside me right away
Silently in the back she sits, everyday in every class,
Waiting for the bell to ring like a spilling hourglass.
Her name remains anonymous to all except the teacher,
work day: over
commute: finished
status: aching to change my life
exhausted,
I opened my grestone window
& the chicago june breeze floated in
I was reminded:
work day: over
commute: finished
status: aching to change my life
exhausted,
I opened my grestone window
& the chicago june breeze floated in
I was reminded:
These days, kids don’t value their education
Some would rather stay home,
Or talk to their friends through the phone
They’d find it easier to take a vacation,
To be called upon by a force of art
Requires strength challenging to possess.
To create and contribute to this force and its atmosphere
His hair aflow, a wave on golden stream.
He says things that are unbelievable.
He sits without any words, silent dream.
In the quiet we hear all his troubles
Growing up education was of great importance
I always had to have the best academic performance
The most inspiring people I know
Always with me where I go
My mom and dad
didn't have the opportunities I had
Well CLEARLY Ruth Kelly ....
Something's ... A Bit SMELLY ... !!!
Employment For PERVERTED Sorts ... !?!
Now Then Dear Ruth What Is The TRUTH ... ?!?
It's Time For Scores ... Say CERTAIN LORDS ... !!!
When I was younger, the word was foreign
I knew of toys and candyland, monopoly and littlest pet shops
As I grew older, the word became a faint whisper
because at that time, my oldest sister was going to college.
Yesterday,
I decided
to count my shoes.
I looked to my closet,
calculator in hand.
I'm bad at math,
but I took all honors classes
in high school.
If you asked me
Here we are......
Looking inside transformed classrooms where we once taught.
Concerned for the children because we know what is missing!
Children first need to learn to read.
Gone are my twig legs, and flat chest
Now I have a butt and breast ……
Very little but still noticeable
No more ballies and barrette, just braid outs and natural hair stress
Gone are my twig legs, and flat chest
Now I have a butt and breast ……
Very little but still noticeable
No more ballies and barrette, just braid outs and natural hair stress
No one can make your dreams come true
A thought provoking message from me to you
If I want to make an imprint on society
The Shorter Days
Sitting in a classroom,
Staring at the clock;
Why does the day feel
So long?
In my youth, I only care for popularity,
forgetting how to show sincerity.
Friendships, real or fake
that's all I wanted to make.
My mom became my foe,
always insisting me to grow.
growing up
the antonym of easythe symptoms hit meand everything changed
I am still the samebut in some ways I amdifferent
Slow
Slow
Slow
Slow
Slow
Slow
Slow
I am not slow
You are too fast
Why must I change
It is you that has too high of expectations
This will help none of us
I grew up in a suburb
I grew up in a suburb full of white people
I went to school with only a hand-full of minority students
a cold early summer breeze woke me from a deep sleep
warm sunshine met with my presence outside
i walked cloudy mind and tired feet into school
one foot
still in highschool
the other in adulthood
Feel Free to Fail Me
Because my life should be worth more than a letter on a page
Feel Free To Fail Me
Because my name shouldn't be worth more than who I am
My name on a list
My name on a degree
I am seven, in my room, dreaming once again
I'm a captain, I'm a knight, I know who I am
I can be just anyone, whenever I want
I'm a brave, ambitious dreamer
No one tells me "Don't"
Suddenly, I am eighteen,
These changes keep coming
life is not the same
as is once used to be
back when I ran and played.
Now I've got chores to do
and I have to decide
what career to pursue
Dead Youth Rose, Gabriel Cappello
While we are young
Youthful and ever so free
Not a concern in site
with a world of danger ahead in the light
New responsibilities become uncovered
People are like birds, except for one thing.
We both have young, watch them grow,
and when happy, we sing.
When asked why, we don’t know.
When I was younger
I was afraid of growing up
I didn’t like the thought of
Getting wrinkles,
Sunspots,
Grey Hair;
New school,
butterflies,
bright-eyed,
i'm just a teen.
SAT prep,
long nights,
car drives,
i'm just a teen.
third year,
FAILED TESTS,
Studying Muddying
Sipping my cup of joe
Working so hard until
The dead of night.
Thanks to my work, I’ve no
Availability
It is so challenging
Staying upright.
Tickity Tockity
Dear adults,
This is a call to action,
Every kid is looking for their passion,
It is time that we take action
But we are splitting kids up into factions
Making the world composed of common core
Why can't you do it?
They ask
When everyone else can
Why can't you do it?
When you studied hard
Maybe you don't understand
Maybe you didn't study enough
Maybe you don't want to
My feet pitter pattered as I walked towards the stage.
My hands are starting to become clammy.
I wonder, should I walk back or engage?
Fearless or frozen, how do I chose?
If I’m stuck in my tracks, then I will lose.
Fight or flight, what’s the best option?
To follow the right path,
I had to leave my old life
I will come back
Even though it was difficult to decide.
I was scared
Will you all be alright without me?
I was prepared
You will see
What is failure?
For me, failure is unhappiness.
I want to be successful with my education to form my future.
Will my future be filled with happiness?
Or will it be filled of missed opportunities and regret?
Hands raised in a manilla classroom
Walls plain, littered with 20th-century posters
Faces unamused, drifting into unconsciousness
March 1997.
A 32-year old Pakistani man leaves his village, wife, and young son in Gujrat, Punjab
He went to New York even though the distance made his heart throb
Why am I the only one?
Why don't they give up?
I already know how bad I've done
But all I say is ‘suck it up
No one cares that's It's hard
Oh my heavy heart
Racing heart
Defeated heart.
Knees weak
Eyes bleak
And oh how desperately I seek,
Going to college was never a choice, Gaining a degree for my mom could rejoice
Then grad school came into play, My career path altered a way
Armies of men fall at the feet of Beauty, and we're taught that women are weak.
Men watch their brothers transform into monsters, and we're taught that real men don't cry.
Growing up through life,
The pressure to find a job is high.
It feels like a cut from a knife
When you don’t know where to spend the rest of your time.
I love the teachers that teach,
The teachers that write in scrawling letters that
Dance around the whiteboard with colors clashing.
I entered the band room when I was in fifth grade,
The man inside looked to me with a smile.
I sat down in my chair with my flute that I played,
He told me he could tell I had practiced a while.
many skills
many thousand skills
entering like hotel rooms
many students stood in that room before me and will after me, as well
receiving a goldmedal, then goldmedal after goldmedal
The Vulva Dress puts the notion of opening conversation and normalizing the vulva through fashion. The intentions for the piece was to strip down the functionality of the dress to completely focus on the folds of the vulva.
In times of stress
You were my clarity
In times of weakness
You were my only chance at strength
In times of darkness
You were the light at the end of the tunnel
Such a little man
But full of heart
You've helped me until this day
It teared my soul apart
Knowing it's been 7 months since you've been gone
But the things you taught me have brought me far along
We don't ask for change.
And that's fact, not fiction.
Not prepared for when they staled, strangled, and suffocated
"Language Arts"
Then stripped away "Arts,"
Mother, not mother,
You take such care for me.
I belong to not you,
Yet you treat me like me
Mother, you're not,
The one who gave birth to me,
You've built me up as a parent would,
The importance of knowledge to myself,
Oh so important, as important as life itself,
The acquiring of knowledge is one of many inspirations
To keep pursuing my goals, causes, and motivations.
You were a general,
And we, your willing soldiers;
I knew from day one
That I would follow you
Anywhere.
You led us into battle,
Not against others but
Against ourselves.
my words have power
like thunder in an otherwise quiet night
they reach ears miles from their source
a crack of light with each ink stain
while the message is carried across cities
Again and again and again and again.
Every two steps forward is one step back
People fight until they’re no longer standing,
And no one stops to help them up.
How do you change the world?
Through rallies,
Through political power,
Through fame and fourtune,
Through art?
Through theatre,
Through music,
Through dance,
Through love?
Seeing the beauty of life is only attainable by freeing yourself of negative energy:
Golden gates of bridges divine cross your thoughts and opinions,
Full of dominions telling you to dominate your own fears,
A quiet scene, a hushed voice
Abandoned rooms and broken toys
A silence more deafening than the noise
Of the bomb dropped or a gun shot
A life that died and has been left to rot
Words full of meanings, Expressing messages, emotions, and feelings,Messages, emotions, and feelingsAbout life, experiences, love, and fear. Lines full of thoughts, Lines charged with decisions and dreams,Dreams that make us choose, Choices that
Shelley, Keats, and Byron:
The Romantics or the Tyrannts.
Colridge, Wordsworth, and Blake:
Men of nature or fate.
Jane Eyre, Frankenstein, and 1984:
When will we be our own?
Poetry
Gives me a chance to say
The things my voice can’t manage,
And it has taught me
That sometimes you say more
By not saying anything at all
Or just by saying less.
You can find more meaning
Since I can remember, probably the age 8
old folks taught me to sit and pray.
They gathered around, coming at me
from left and right preaching words
out loud like, understand you need to
Poems are music that you read instead of sing.
They could be about anything, like the way the ivy clings.
Or the midnight sun in April, the cheering of a crowd,
Poetry, Poetry, you drive me crazy and so knowingly,
Do I rhyme or do I free verse,
That is the question high school students ask supposedly,
Put that gun down
Young one.
You may be feeling red,
But you’ll be seeing red.
If you use that there gun.
It won’t solve
Nothing.
But cause a whole lot of
Dread,
Even though the topic of sex makes me feel uncomfortable,
there is a problem that needs to be addressed.
For years in school, they teach us about sex between a man and a woman,
Poetry has taught me that the more I put on my page,
The less chaos I have in my brain,
There’s a class of 900-some-odd kindergarteners-who each ate a sheet
Connection with space
The blue roses never grow on Earth
Yet the words are for the aliens, not the flowers
This poetry supports the bridge for two worlds
Expression runs through the galaxy
I hate the way some like to say,
"Man high school was some bullshit!"
Like, "I never learned anything useful!"
I never learned how to apply for a loan.
I had to ask my mother how to buy a home.
My mind nearly collapses
Trying to file taxes.
Yet I feel like I’m expected
Not to be protected
A size dosen't make you.
Your skin dosen't determine how you'll act.
Just because you're not smiling dosen't always mean your not happy.
What makes you is how you go about thimgs.
Its been long night for my heartA long day for my soulIts burning desire to know what can’t be seenA mooring breeze with the sense of the fruitful cherry blossom Oh its beautiful, the savory flowers of spring and its sense of eternal youthfulness
Its been long night for my heartA long day for my soulIts burning desire to know what can’t be seenA mooring breeze with the sense of the fruitful cherry blossom Oh its beautiful, the savory flowers of spring and its sense of eternal youthfulness
“today” was simply a day
yesterday
i hardly slept that 9 hours and 13 minutes
my alarm predicted
i tossed and turned the night
prior
Pour the knowledge into my brain,
For what a pity it would be
For me to learn in turn for me,
So pour it in, I'll spray it out, and so on until I'm insane.
I can regurgitate ideas!
We're connected, all of us,
From Hawking to Epicurus.
See those volumes sitting on the bookcase?
Each author offers warm intellectual embrace.
In a way, we are all one,
In elementary school, administration required my mom to send a handwritten note to excuse me from class
My mom always wrote in cursive
so I could not read the letter.
I felt like a grown up
Dear Education,
Thank you for giving us the chance
to know,
to think,
to read,
to speak.
Thank you for being you, for not discriminating against who can have you.
I am sorry that we, the people,
Dear Jamaica,
You have raised a bright young girl.
One who has a swing in her hips, bounce in her step and a sweet devilish smile.
Yes, you have created me.
I know I’m a month lateBut my black history shouldn’t have a dateSee my ancestors didn’t work plantations annually
Dear Mom,
As your fingertips lingered on my arm,
I felt the chill of struggle strike my bone.
Your hair draped across my face, and brought me back to your past.
Dear Secretary DeVos,
School, school which I dispise
Free me from these prying eyes
These cliques and chatter stigmatize
The empty walls don't hear my cries
As I begrudgingly speak their lies.
I know life can be uneasy. It's not what it's always deemed to be, But you know that it can be, see, Your parents taught you all that you know,
It Wasn't On a Test
Dearest professor,
Ask me about math
And I can recite
Formulas
Solve equations
Even imaginary numbers
Ask me about history
It Wasn't On a Test
Dearest professor,
Ask me about math
And I can recite
Formulas
Solve equations
Even imaginary numbers
Ask me about history
Dear School Board,
You threaten me with your words
With your long sentences of gibberish and peanut butter
Dear Family,
Thank you guys for all the help,Because I really thought I was going to melt.With all the pressures that high school broughtI really felt like I was being tied in a knot.
Sadness
Madness
Frowns
Argument
Groan
Educationally and academically
the worst experience of all
Because in baby showers the color is already since forever set in stone
Because there are people this moment getting discriminated by their God-given skin tone
Dear People With Money,
Attending college is tough
when the world ain't as sunny.
I've learned people like you
make my debt appear.
And it's also you
who brought me great fear.
I was nine and in the fourth grade,
I was favorited by the teacher and
By my peers.
I excelled in class and on the playground,
I was the one that brought the fun.
Dear White America,
You are not so endearing.
I bear the thorned cross of an ethnic name,
burdened with baggage instituted,
from bloodened roots that cultivated this soil.
White American Academia,
Dear society, Thank you for being such a great friend. Thank you for telling women that they are worthless unless they have double-d breasts and wear a size zero. Thank you for telling African Americans that they are only beautiful when they don w
Hey, Mr. Senator,
Can you not see
This isn't how learning is supposed to be
Just take it from me,
Under each eye, there's a lavender-shaded valley
We are competitors
Everyday at the mark of 7:10 AM,
the bell chimes for our competition to begin
We compete for the front seats to take better notes
We compete for the back seats to sleep discreetly
Students are not reaching their full capacity,
Some think it's because they have the audacity,
To sit and watch their life spiral down.
Teach kids!
They tend to learn.
Why make school a prison?
Teachers should only get to teach.
Teach kids!
Curriculum's are set based on trials from various students, but none of those students are me, or you or the person down the road.
Where would a student go?
If there was no education
The predicament would not be pretty
Nothing but pure frustration
The doors will be closed
And opportunity passes you by
One cannot function accordingly
I sit in this small room surrounded by young men and women
I look behind my shoulder and see my girl
A young delicate jewel who shines above all others.
She wears no paint, as many do to make themselves apear as jewels.
>A Relationship is like an intersection that has many different directions.
>You have the power to change where you go.
>A Healthy Relationship is a GPS giving you many destinations and many ways to go.
The student is where you start.The ultimate level one always in your heart.It is the beginning of all goals.Goals that develop into roles.
Yeah I found the light so now I begin my dream chasingOnce your on this path I promise you that there’s no escaping
Yes,
college was really on my mind as I watched
my parents going at each other's throats,
my uncle throwin in a pinch every 20 minutes,
and the kids being hungry.
When my world was a modge-podge of
Once upon a time
She glided along the castle floors
Cold hard marble against her warm soft feet
She lived but yet she was not alive
The Beast was mean,
but then he turned kind.
I came clean,
I wanted him to be mine.
Happily ever after, you say?
Maybe so.
But each and every day,
I wonder if I should have said no.
I wanted to work with the idea of void that John Stezaker had when he created a collage of ready made post card and filled these images inside faces.
At Last
Once upon a time
There lived an average girl.
She was Asian and American.
She excelled in high school,
And didn’t care for school.
She made them proud, her parents.
There was an evil stepmother named Tuition
Her daughters Loan and Debt were on a mission
My Fairy Scholarship broke the fall
And I met my Prince Degree at the ball
But when the clock struck 12 I lost ambition
A student learns
The moment I hand in that paper, it is a big thing
A big fuck you to the teacher that can’t teach
A big help to my grade that needs boosting
A big thank you to the friend that gave it to me
Over and over, drilled in my head,
Like a broken record; wish to be dead.
They say it’s for our future, to help to make us smart.
People say whatever they want without knowledge
“1st amendment,” they say.
We are different in every way, and that’s what’s beautiful.
it never hits me
until it's too late
recess, playgrounds, field trips, museums,
textbooks, classrooms, no A/C, Speech comp
teachers who teach, and those who teach you to teach yourself,
At their desks, too long sitting
Emphasizing standardized testing
Except in class, we’ve advanced technologically
In revolutionizing education, we’re really struggling
Why grades suck:
They do.
They’re irrelevant.
Yet they matter way too much.
I'm in love
In love with an America
That has raised me
so tenderly
who gave me
my innocent childhood,
my love for robots,
my passion to change to world.
And Yet
We stand up in our highchool classes
Unaware of what's going to happen in the next few months
Oblivious to any sort of patterns we share
To other propaganda techniques
My class raises their hand to their heart
Dear America,
Why is it that I’m over $40,000 in debt with student loans and I have yet to make $40,000 a year?
Dear America,
Why is it that my blackness alone is a reason for our police to shoot and kill?
O beautiful for standard tests,
For health worth less than grades,
For against what the kids request
Upon us stress cascades!
America! America!
The class stands as one;
A uniform system perfected from years of repetiton
As the students recite their patriotic manifesto
The individuality that allows students to endure the day
America
How could you?
I trusted you,
I believed in you,
And now with every passing day I weep
As this once great nation is now in shambles.
How could we stray so far
Make America Great Again,
America was Great.
America was Great,
January,
The third friday,
The 20th,
A plethora of people from everywhere have seen it unfortunately, but will they ever feel it, live it, breathe it, or know it? I know I live it and am a nominee, but have not physically endured it - thank God.
Change is inevitable
Change the inevitable
Life is a repeating bell curve
Ups and downs on a massive scale
And America is on the down turn
-
Unemployment: 4.5%
As I stand here and watch,
Watch my friends sell drugs,
Sell Drugs because they were left behind in school.
School system needs to change,
Change for the kids.
Kids with no bright ideas,
Land of the free. Land of poverty.
In this country you’re judged on sexuality, and ethnicity.
In actuality, we shouldn’t be a theocracy.
We got legality that we can believe,
We teach. Perfection is something our country could never reach. We teach. How could we achieve such a thing when our children want to drink bleach. We teach.
America. The land of the free and home of the brave? No, you're only really free if your skin isnt past a certain kind of shade, and apparently the brave are the ones who openly and continuously exercise their right of the second amendment.
America, the land of opportunity
A country under scrutiny.
Promising dreams to inspire a nation
But only with the proper education.
Those with privilege have no doubts,
Their money has seen no droughts.
Taught to remember,
College is always the main goal,
But funds have been low.
Middle class falling behind,
The average child's bright hope dies.
Does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
It waves
but that flag creates shade
in my community
In the light that it craves
A child who does not believe is not brave.
Many feel decieved by the violence and the hate.
Every child has the right to life
Right to live and to be protected
Instead we are teaching them how negotiate
I believe in the education system that tells our youth how to do IT safely rather than not at all.
IT. Yes. IT. IT as in sex.
An untold story finds itself, dusty
That childhood story you once knew
Peeking out on the shelf
Holding Brother's Grimm Tales of the Billy Goats Gruff
And Cinderella
Somehow
Time flew by
And it's only two more months
Before I close this chapter
And begin the next.
An eager goodbye to most
But forced and choked out for some
I am an American.
Living in a country built upon the dreams and aspirations of previous generations,
But it appears our country has gone through some alteration
This Nation
America
Claims to be Learned
But We Cannot Find a Way
To Give Our Children the Education They Deserve
From Elementary School we can see the funds are Preserved
Somewhere Else
We have these hands; they give us power
To pledge allegiance, to swing a sword
To hold hands, to strike hands, to chain hands, to mend hands
This is the power to manipulate our physical exterior with accuracy
America the great
where we care more about a kid’s GPA more than their mental health.
where we are driven by money and not dreams.
where the people are lied to, and believe every word.
The class is a Place to be.
When i Look Outside.
I See People drinking Hennessey.
Whats this, they supposed to learn.
This is to Show you what they really missed.
And hiss.
Will that new car make you happy?
Can the latest and greatest phone
make you feel less alone?
Materialistic things we want give us a smile.
But they are merely just temporary tattoos that
I am told to enjoy this last year,
And to remember every moment
Because there would be many I would hold dear.
But I became my own opponent.
I remember it dearly the prospect of opportunity.
From my room where I studied,
Then I moved forward.
Possibilities presumed me.
Moving away from our families
Coming to a new city that no one knows
We all go through agony
Eventually it will all be ok, we suppose
I believe in ME!
I always have
Don't be negatve
Gymnastics all the way!
I believe in ME!
Other do not
I can do it
Dream big
You can do it
I believe in ME!
I am cold.
Freezing even.
Sitting in a cramped desk
wishing
I were not at school.
My stomach stuffed with noodles
The students are here.
They push and they pull
They shove and they scream
They cry and howl about silly things
They watch and they listen
They hear and they learn
They try to do better
The future is coming, it’s closing in, it’s imminent
Be prepared, figure it out before the rest
Decisions made now affect the rest of my life
I always thought a lot about my days there.
There with the grey circles and led pencils.
I thought about how they’ll reflect my future,
And influence those around me's opinion.
They all say i look just like youBut not knowing you made me who i am today I never really bothered to ask why you wouldn't stay Whyd you turn your back?Whyd you make it about you?
Over the course of years,
Over the course of days,
Over the course of writing this sentence
The so-called "future" has changed immensely
Similar to how seasons occur
Changing colors, changing shapes
New Year, New Breath
Goals and Dreams, How to Achieve them?
Work Hard, Study Harder
Give up on All of It
New Year, New Breath
Missions and Drives, I Will get Through
Hustle until it's Done
She gave up that retirement plan
So she could become all that she can
Pushing away the money vice
She knows what it means to make a sacrifice
Gripping on the helm of fate
Praying it's never too late
I wish that I can make them happy.
I wish I can make it true.
But I wish that I didn't have to procrastinate, but hey what can I do?
I wish I wasn't so privileged.
I wish they understood.
Teacher told me I'm worthless, then I believed herI was in AVID, but really I wasn't eagerTo be the student, so studious with his features Dropping out like loose change cause I don't need her
This is the evolution of our generation:
Documentation of instant gratification,
Social media exploitation,
Gender roles and misrepresentation.
“Why do you want to be an artist? You have to be creative for that.”
“Tattoos will ruin your life.”
“People like you can't make it in this world.”
Education equals empowerment, this is what I have always been told but is it really education when you are only afforded specific molds?”You must choose realistic goals” this is something commonly said, watching the childs dream explode in their m
Listen to me my son, you are called to teach;
Basically I’m asking you to crawl in deep;
But first, we’re gonna have to overhaul your speech;
This is all an eye opener for me
Well in the MAN’S eyes
As babies, we are taught several things before we grow
WE choose what we want to be
Then MAN tells us what we MUST do in order to be what WE WANT to be
A year ago I didn't know what I would've considered to matterBut in finding myself, a couple of things have had their heads reared Education, a right punishable by death back when my people were slaves, a defining factorThose sentiments ring as tr
I've found that change is a messenger,
And it only brings the thing's we've set for.
I've found surprizes this year, like every other,
But each was not really anything new, but set.
I've found that change is a messenger,
And it only brings the thing's we've set for.
I've found surprizes this year, like every other,
But each was not really anything new, but set.
Elated and euphoric as I read 23/25 at the top of the page
YES YES YES
Worthy and filled with pride
Momentarily
The shortlived victory is overshadowed by the BURN that fuels and torments
In Twenty Sixteen
I became 18
I am now a man
and college thats my plan
I will be there for years
Paying will leave me in tears
Because a degree
Means a lot to me
All this education,
and we were never taught to love ourselves.
Our knowledge was, instead, forced to be something else.
Created in classrooms, within white walls.
The garrulous little girl
Rambles her mouth at will
Very expressive in her speeches
Touching every heart it reaches
She is already advanced in her knowledge
She should be a stellar student in college
Procrastination became the beginning to my inspiration.
A journey debating if fashion was actually my passion.
Outspoken, Powerful, and Fighter for my desires.
Confidence, and drive developed in such little time.
I'm a smart kid.I can tell you all the lobes of the brain,but I can't figure out how to fix mine.I can identify all the ventricles of the heart,but mine still twists in illogical ways.
I transferred collegesThat was fun
Except I stick out like a sore thumb
I came from an all girls school
With LGBT friends
Adolescent so close to Metamorphosis,Yet so far from reality.Driven by waning time,For time cannot be conquered.‘Tis passing, but my mental state,It was not;
Having been accepted into a college-prep high school,
The exhilaration spread through my body like sparks.
Enrolled as a dual student in a community college,
"You're hardworking, cute and a great person." He said to me smiling
His words moved me so much I was to the point of tears.
I ponder about my past of middle school and the hell I went through.
As New Years day came, the words "new beginnings" engraved my soul.
I was tired of playing games, and from us taking it slow.
I made my decision, i was moving to miami, cause you had my heart.
My story is a rogue escaping from soldiers of corruption.
My story is an introduction to society’s disruption.
My story is an individual with simplicity to complexity,
Lost and cannot be found.
It is in a swirling world that you are bound. You could learn to swim
or you could let things take their tole
and see where they go.
The struggle to put into wordsThe thoughts that run in my mind like a herd.Shall I speak of my life?Or a fictional lie?Wh
Drained.
Here I go.
Such a fragile lane.
I'm completely emotional.
Not a single question has been answered.
Boredom slowly creeps upon me,
Like a fog on top a hill.
My eyes start glazing over,
My brain is standing still.
I’m trying to take notice,
Always with me in need
Warnings they give take heed
Live, laugh, learn and love
Their smiles like a dove
They provide help and encouragement
Their words like a dent
Often, I find myself beset by blues,
Often, I see such lunacy.
Often, I find myself seeing interviews,
Often, I see people as crazy.
Often, I find myself depressed by the news,
Often, I see insanity.
A guest here –
this isn’t my school
these aren’t my students
and “I would let you work in groups but your teacher said not to.”
Success is my goal.
My goal is success.
I will get there if I do my best.
I must wake up.
I must be on time.
Success is not easy.
Success is a journey.
Success is my goal.
Feeling good is a subject.
I tend to really neglect.
Trying to avoid the things that make me glad.
Because most of the things I like are truly honestly bad.
I hate the feelings I have when I do the normal thing.
As I toss and turn dreading my alarm sound, I think.
If these were my ancestors, they'll be up in a blink.
See they couldn't get an education or they'd end up dead.
In the morning he bitterly swore
Sunlight on his mahogany drawers
How much he hated school
Because the teachers didn’t care
You're sitting on my desk Laughing and joking and talking with those who stand beside the teacher And I would rather be anywhere else Because you are too close, too near, too much for me to handle
The bell rings in my ear
As the light peeks through the curtains
Another day has started
Dragging me body in fear
Of what the day may bring is not certain
But my goal is darted
Unlike most, leaving my warm bed does not cause great sorrow,
It is no struggle, no challenge, and there is no courage that I need to borrow.
I got up today for the same reason as yesterday and tomorrow.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP
That's my alarm for me to get up and start the day.
I wake up at 5:30 am
And for what?
Because I know I have to be grateful to wake up at all.
Morning has broken the sky is brokenLiving day to day with words left unspokenEating away because we aren't awokenFeeling like our efforts are in vain, they are token
here my eyes slowly blink
i'm not sure what she's saying
the mechanical pencil in my hand
clicks to reveal some lead
click click click
i break the thin cyclinder
click click click
Cracking
I crack the egg
I crack my knuckles
I crack open my eyes
Even the dawn cracks
Cracks in half as I begin my day with the rising of the sun
As I crack, I wonder;
She asks me, Quieres café?
And I respond you are too sweet.
Too sweet to the point that I don’t have to take a sip from this Colombian coffee
Because you helped me rise when I fell deep and saw nothing but fake images.
puddles reflect many wonders
they tales tales that make one ponder
but beware for they reflect the present wonders
Only oneself can create future wonders
Oh puddles you make me ponder
Poetry. I hated poetry. Elevated language and misplaced line
breaks
infuriated me. Poems were written by dead white dudes with something to prove and nothing to say.
Then I found William Carlos Williams.
This class is really dumb.
Time doesn’t seem to ever pass.
But I’m starting to feel numb,
to the idiocy of our class.
Our teacher’s lessons seem muddled,
I am the early bird
Leaving my nest on the daily to catch my worm
But I am not your usual early bird,
For I just never catch the worm.
The early bird that’s always unlucky.
I am an emotive voice expressed through pen and paper,
but once was uncapable of being heard
because six plus years of bully beat downs
made fear seal every word.
Abroad I battle challenges with hope
Despite the nightly toil and days alone,
The songs of poetry to soothe my soul
The world of words to make me whole once more.
Left I the motherland four years ago
I have endeaverd on a journey in hopes to climb till we win,
and granted I am young, and this journey to just begin.
But I feel I've climbed mountains, but yet I must climb on,
All come into the world in the same way
We spend nine months in warm darkness
Then when it is time we are cast away
Into the cold bright sharpness
I realized I was glassy-eyed
Claiming my life was a surprise
To these times when they capitalize
Off the lies and the truth-tellers
Were sacrificed.
When I self-actualized
I was no longer pacified
Walk with me, Lord! Walk with me!Walk with me, Lord! Walk with me!While I’m on my pilgrim journey,I need You, Jesus, to walk with me.
Say it loud Im black and I’m proud
Throw away the smiles
Bring home the fear
Forget to calm the child
Rage the storm unclear
I stand on the shore
Alone, as a mess unfolds
Water tickling my toes
Searching for more
simple yet perplexing
difficult to procure yet comes with ease
borrow my sight for a second....
I'll borrow yours
ideas clashing, ideas intertwining
shackles broken, minds freed
a true menace to the tyrant
"You can't learn," he says stern.
"You will fail," he preaches.
But is it the fault of the students who can't learn,
Or the man who can't teach us?
What's in a degree for you and me,
Time well spent or time merely lost?
How high a fee, how great a cost!
What's the reward? What can we be?
We strive to be the bosses of our selves,
Allow me to take the time out to introduce you to
This piece of paper and pen
See, we go way back
When there was nothing,
But respect for your elders
And actually holding a conversation.
But you see
Fathers, Teach them well
1. Lose your hatred
2. Lose your fear
3. Fear of the other
4. Fear of their ways
5. Ways to win
6. Ways to ruin
1. Toss aside your signs and pick up your gait2. The line is long for those pleading for gain3. Yet grit can’t be defeated by mere hate
Here is a villanelle structured poem in iambic pentameter that offers a word of advice to the BLM movement...
Some think the future will be scary
Some think the future will be lovely like Febuary
I'm thinking of the latter
Some will tell me it doesn't really matter
The outcome will depend on your contribution
Quiet desolation
Unborn innovation
Plateaued potential of the mind
As simple as a sentence
Let me share with you a storyInvolving wolves in sheep’s clothingHidden in Google’s dark woods[1]On the lambs they keep enclosing
Every year since kindergarten,
We begin with a journal entry.
Entering our thoughts on our day,
and writing for over a whole century.
In school we learn so many things
We learn the rules, the terms, the strings.
We learn what is wrong and how to get it right.
We learn the facts that have governed life
In math we get the formulas to solve
"How do you feel?"
They ask me
When in actuality
They say
"You better be fine"
I'm so sick
Of being a prisoner
Of this education system
That swears it's on my side
Please don’t refer to us as “batches”
y’know, like prototype after prototype after prototype
we didn’t ask to be struck and burned out like matches
and while you wait for the time we’re ripe,
You think you're above us all, you think you're so special
You think you're top shit ‘cause of your academic level
While it's good to have all of your shit together
Having high grades doesn't make you any better
Education, noun.
The process of receiving or giving systematic instruction
Usually in a school or university, according to the oxford dictionary.
So why has it turned us to mindless obstruction
It's Benchmark time again
Let the pain begin
Let the boredom sink in
And your thoughts turn grim
We thank you gods of state
For the test we now take
We will try not to shake
Before my first breath, I attended class
Listening to voices and what they said
Words too complex for my understanding
Yet their inflections and tones stirred within
Little did I know, I’d find a career
Children are our future we should value them as such
Education is important, and it isn't asking too much
To fund our universities and schools with as much money as we can
Protective pillars stacked around me,
pages of promise, worn and loved. I am safe.
Lives to live through, lessons unfold. I learn.
Travel through time and traverse the world. I grow.
If I were stuck on an island, what would I bring?A person, an idea, or maybe a thing.Stuck on an island, what do I do?I will count on my mom to help me get through.
I have felt pain in my life. The kind of which many can relate. I know that pain, therefore I know the idea of fate. You end up down and out finding yourself without cause. Even sometimes finding yourself clinging to social withdraws.
Hold on let me think..one thing I can't live with out? Is Knowledge.
One thing I can't go without is knowledge.
Everybody knows that knowledge is power.
If we have knowledge then the world is ours!
To create something from nothing,
Is a skill that I hold,
A master chef I will be,
Or so I am told,
If I were to be left with nothing,
I would not want to forget,
My extreme love for cooking,
Thy desolate land cannot contain, the phenomenon of which is so mundane;
And yet from each eternal ray of light, thou continues to amaze with everything right.
A glimmer, a response, none without; the true light within.
Living without learning everyday would be crazy,
If it was gone we would all seem lazy,
It means so much in life because it is the only way,
The only way we know how to do besides pray,
Excuse me? Yeah, I’m lost. Broken. A little confused.
“Write what you know,” you say; I’m sure it’d be easy for you.
Because we don’t have anything to say; we don’t have anything to do
Sometimes all it takes is one. Two is a couple and three is a crowd, but one is the difference that you need to separate between a few and many. Many revolutions grew from a few select thoughts ignited by action like gunpowder to flame.
Trapped
The cure to cancer
The answers to the unsolvable
All stuck inside the mind of a young millenial
Trapped by the crushing barriers of expensive college tuiton
And of course,
Student Debt.
I'm not great at school-
Never have been
So when it came time to look at colleges we were never sure I'd make it in
And that was always okay with me
I already hated school even before I had to pay for it
Their owners were scared of mental liberation,
What could only be found with an education.
Forced ignorance squanders original thought
Lowering expectations, fueling blind spots.
This room is full of delicacies want for consumption.It is world renown and with much success with coin.The scent attracts all and the sights they should please...But a problem not yet understood is revealed.
On this island it's just me and you.
You have everthing I need all in one.
Without you it's like I'm missing what is important to me.
On this island it's just you and me.
Like the wings of an angel, you allow me to soar
On to utopian universes and entire new worlds. Rusted
Gears crank in my brain as obscure
Orders of midnight letters jump off of the stark white page to
All I need is my culture.
The blood of the Meshika flows through my veins
Know that my ancestors were not the Aztecs,
For that name was coined by the European imperialist
they say learning is meant to be fun and make you happy
but i can't really remember it ever being like that.
it's so cliche and worn out to be complaining about it
but i can't really think of anything else to say.
I need college cash (break)
And for that, I need scholarships (break)
Please give me money
I always got my best grades in art class
Participation grades are where it's at because
As a below-average student, even I could pass
I always got my best grades in art class.
When I walk in late,
Don't criticize me.
There will come a time
When one day, it will be,
You and not me,
That will be late you see.
Because maybe your child
Was as sick as me.
The first book I ever read was about a chicken and a wolf.
The Wolf wanted to eat the chicken
so the chicken hid until the wolf went away.
I was five.
They see the shiny outside,the one that looks brand new.They see the gloss and all they think is“That’s what I want, too.”
Curious is the babe, wide-eyed and new.
Hungry for an answer, questions they'll ask you.
A little older now, observing the world around.
More answers they seek, with new questions they've found.
One thing I cannot live without is my book.
My book is knowledge.
To live without knowledge
is like living without words.
Words help create a vision.
I envision my life without my book.
Dear Teachers,
The answer is no, I did not do my homework last night. “Why?” You ask, waiting for an excuse that will be dismissed before the words leave my lips.
Education.
It's what we need to succeed.
It's what this world has come to to grow.
It is a piece of paper in the distance.
A diploma as you will, waving in the air.
Love must be the protest,
That never reaches the businessman.
Leaving paint to dry upon cardboard signs,
Never to be heard, but to be spoken by many.
And so today,
And for all of my tomorrows,
Hey, is anyone out there listening?Where are the ears to hear?Her heart is opening wide;can you feel her agony?Does any one care?Her tears are falling.There are secrets in her soul
I should not be bitter
I should not be green
I do not even know my fate
But I see you around the globe
I see you.
I see your charmed life
I see your opportunities
I see
It’s 7 am and you are already here.
Nice and early, we have no time to waste.
You will rise before the sun does, because nothing about the process is natural, but it is “necessary.”
It can't stop. It won't stop. you feel the heat and it ain't hot. I see red lights, cameras flashing, and people crying, day and night, screaming, "They killed my baby, Oh my god! they killed my baby, what am I gone do.
I was born in December of 96
A winter baby indeed
I am left handed, so strange as being the first girl to mommy
Three big brothers a father and a momma, but never a full house
So to prosper was a must
There were no tears or excitement
Just an unfeeling creature who pretended
not too understand
The severity of this life changing event
I have noticed so much potential in the eyes of young adults, in the eyes of children, in everyone. And everywhere I go I see this little spark. This spark is precious. To compare that spark, think of a budding plant.
Slam
The doors crash shutThe lights flicker ofThe flesh escapes.
Slam
The tears roll downThe face turns redThe heat boils up.
Slam
In school
They teach us the syllabus
We listen with diligence
We memorize with our eyes
But we hear things they do not realize
Living a life full dreams and pondering where I would be, fathoming the things of this world that I could bring. Staying humble and hard working is part of the game unless you give it up and end up in a life of shame.Why so ambitious.
An educator’s ears do not listen
An educator’s ears only hear
What goes in
goes out the other ear.
An educator does what is expected
The focus of school has turned on us
Administators no longer showing student trust.
As a student I call for a change
Of a society open to not-perfect grades.
Students work hard, day and night
I am not the kind of person who just lets go Relaxes, lets loose, and just goes with the flow I cling tight to the future!With dreams ill get better But with every step I just get wetter and wetter As I'm drowning in homework And drowning in seas
The fluorescents blink almost as fast as you when you're uncomfortable,
And of course we don't know what we did wrong,
but the wax on the floors might.
480 million dollarsGone, wasted, sent to StickneyMaking me feel sickly Because even basketball playersMake more money than the teachers in this city
She's afraid to come to school
because she's treated so cruel
Nothing ever seems right when she's there
how can all of this be fair?
She won't take her life because of them
instead she'll fight for her life
It’s funny to think about school, and how the goal is to prepare you for the real world.
To mold your mind with a strict curriculum so you can be imaginative and think for yourself.
I am not a numberYou cannot quantify meMy worthBy a number less than 4Or greater than 200 You cannot apply your labelsAnd your boxesYou cannot make my world black and whiteOr make me exist In 2 dimensional space I am a goddessAn ethereal beingGre
This is my home
I don't call it my home by choice but simply by association
I work a full time job and have classes every day
I simply dream of laying down and resting if only for a moment
What happens when caps and gowns become funeral garments to the mourning?
Eulogies being given by the Valedictorian
To a student body adorned by honor’s sashes tear stained
Everyone says that college
is all about drinking.
That college
is all about sex.
They say college
is the time to party,
What I want, is what I get
Highschool went by without a sweat.
Striving hard to become the best...
But not at acing those awful tests
Partying and friends was all I cared for
Not those perfect SAT scores.
In September, I walked into a supermarket
Fairly nondescript,
Looking for some kind of Back-to-School kit.
The banner hangs limp, languid,
A lame flag lolling on lengths of lemon tinted line,
MENA.
The Middle East and North Africa.
Eleventh of March, 2003
UNESCO Institute of Statistics-
Quote.
I was brought on this earth to do amazing things, so I believe. I watch people everday work that nine to five with such ease.
Montanna is the name, procrastination was always my game,
I would never learn until it caused me stress and insane pain,
And indeed this fall semester I procratinated and it was a no gain,
Einstein may have once said"Everyone's a genius.But if you judge a fish byIt's ability to climb a tree,It will live its whole lifeBeleiving that it's stupid."
There's more truth than you think to that.
A horse is a horse o corpse, o corpse.
So why are you molding kids
into work machines?
Or did you not realise that some schools
are Mac
and others are forced to be
PC.
Painfully characterized.
The oppotunity awaits
It is all around
See how much one person can make
With the work of thier hands
With the will of thier mind
But which path should be taken?
To go all the way
The young boy was so quick to pick up a gun but never a
book
the young girls so eagered to twerk something but never
to desire to learn something
they wonder why they never earn nothing like respect
Tick Tock
The robots
The screens
The rotting forgotten dreams
They're back in the house
the grey building of academia
and hysteria
I am just a voice,
A voice drowning in a chorus of others.
Others, who are important, who will change the world.
The world, the world was my oyster. I was the best. I was a soloist.
I thought it all made sense back then.
I didn't have the idea down yet.
Sure you can say it was way back when,
but it doesn't excuse my regret.
My life had tumbles and falls
and I thought I had it rough.
The College Board.
What a horrid name for an
equally
horrid institution.
It decides our
futures
based on the experiences of our
pasts
to guide our
presents.
It presents us
The Strength of My Soul
By: Jomar A. Mendoza
Inside my soul,
There lies the source of life.
That very thing is a combination
Of the souls of my ancestors.
Who do you want to be?
Half-truths,
An uncomfortable smile,
A fidget.
Am I supposed to know?
What do you want to do now?
The question I've always yearned to hear-to answer.
Long, curly, black hair--
better than mine.
Dark brown eyes,
but--
we look alike.
Book after book--
time flies by.
We don't read the same,
but--
we think alike.
You're a bitch.
Calling out someone for not knowing how to do a problem
Isn't helping them learn.
You're an ass.
Making fun of a student for not being able to speak clearly
School is all about fun apparently
and being funny
or being funny looking
but
My family and I
Are all very close
The 7 of us
Go day by day living life
Experiencing new Georiga
And all the fun things to do
We love living here
And being together
School...ugh.
Means getting up early.
Studying a lot.
Doing homework until I have a headache.
Listening to a teacher run his/her mouth for hours.
School,
don't worry I'll get trough.
I won't let peer pressure tie me down,
I'm not going to let myself frown.
I'll be happy, and get trough,
because I own to get to.
Wow, look at my grades rising,
I am a Black Girl.
I am another individual in society.
I am a Lost Black Girl.
Trying to find my place in this world but I always
end up heading in the Wrong direction.
But I know one thing
Am I the child that begs?
The child that wants more,
Because I'm hungry but not for food?
Am I the child that crawls?
The child on hands and knees,
Because I can't take a step but can walk?
What do I find awesome?
Education and the fact that it helps me blossom
Everything from reading to color coding notes
Reading lets me discover new worlds and teaches me cool new words
What do I find awesome?
Education and the fact that it helps me blossom
Everything from reading to color coding notes
Reading lets me discover new worlds and teaches me cool new words
What do I find awesome?
Education and the fact that it helps me blossom
Everything from reading to color coding notes
Reading lets me discover new worlds and teaches me cool new words
Awesomeis getting into grad schooleven ifyou don't know how you'll pay for it.
Awesome, is waking up everysinglemorningto do what you love
Astronaut, cowboy, or fireman.
That’s what I used to say when I was a kid.
Over the years the answer changed,
but the enthusiasm stayed the same.
The excitement of life tomorrow
Science is an explanation
To the ways of the world
And the inner workings of nature.
A system for everything.
It all works this way, or that,
Together, in perfect harmony.
I am a Queen, a supreme human being
I bleed gold and my words are bold
I am a Black Queen, though it may not be easy being green
Being black can be just as bad, sometimes even sad
But as a Queen, I take pride
Have you asked yourself"What's the meaning of Life?"Happiness, wealth, dealing with strife?
What have I done?
A new life? How can I care for it?
I’m not strong enough. I’m so young.
I made the mistake.
I stand before you, I don't judge
A sea of faces
Many colors but all the same
You all have potential to dream the dream
To live a life full of passion, the world changers.
At first, I said nay
until she came my way
to brighten up my life;
to ease up my pains.
I had yet to hear from miracles;
that they existed in plain,
or plainly insisted
They say I'm crazy, I'm all alone
But thats not true, they just don't know
That while they party, drink and dope
I think of my future with excess hope
Where I can travel, near and far
How does one act white?
Do I have to speak proper English and wear nice clothes? Do I have to get good grades and not cuss all the time?
If that's acting white, then yeah I guess I act white.
The Gardener
Not waking up naturally in the morning. It’s a force that obliges me to wake up.
It’s the neighbors gardener, why is he here so early?
The sound of the lawn mower scares my sleep away.
A video in support of education and teachers, made to show solidarity with the BC Teachers during their strike in 2014.
We live in a world where opinions are wealth.
Money is power, and power is stealth.
Power wipes out the people with concerns.
It feels like I'm blind and cant see, like I'm stranded in the middle of the sea, like I'm submerged under water and can't breathe, like my sarrows are an obvious fact that no one will believe.
To be or not to be
that is the question
that I now face.
As I stare into
the eyes
of my, oppressor?
No? Possibly.
I suppose it all
depends.
Depends on how
I view
Oh brother!
Can I ask what you looking for
But wait for some sec Lemme tell u wat Am Looking For.
I wish I could Fly like a Bird
What am looking for i'll Continue Looking for till I become white beard
My bones were feeble
My breath had weathered
My voice can be heard as a bare, cracked whisper
And I listen at how fragile we are...
For which my lungs, they were thirsty for air
A kid who just wants to be heard
Someone who wants success
Others look at him and say oh my he's blessed
They don't know the pain, the problems
Of always wanting to be the best
His parents are proud of him
Stuck in the same routine, change only when I come clean,mean what I say everyday, it's the only path to a brighter way,light comes throught from within, grin with relief from forgiven sin,
17 years young still don’t know who I am
17 years young I still don’t understand
Without the music, the pictures, the friends
I still try hard to make a trend
I just got to comprehend
N- not your average student
O- on his journey to success
A- always intelligent, astute and prudent
H- heavily motivated to do his best
J- just preparing for his future
O- obtaining clues to a proud life
I know America
I can speak it
But not sing it
For I sing unusually
In a separate language
“Mi vida Americana”
Come,
Sit down and view my world
Let me take you in
They say my name
As if it is I that should be ashamed.
And yet, I win another battle
The life for me is fraught with unknown,
It's an inner aggression with a boisterous tone.
One half desires to thrive and succeed,
the other wants to only exercise a good deed.
Struggled, cried, the tears I wept
My dream of music had a passionate affect
I wanted to be a music teacher but it was out of reach
The only thing I wanted to do was teach
Later on my tears dried
Misunderstood, misconceived.
Judgment by society.
Look to me, what do you see?
Silence unjustifiably.
I'd rather my mirror speak truth than lies
When a reflection meets my eyes
Rather be an elder at my final hour
Than a newly sprouted flower
Better to be tattered and worn
Than word left unsworn
I am independent, strong, and ambitious
I’ve got goals, aspirations, that are oh so vicious
Because I don’t hold myself down, I keep myself up
Where am I going?
What am I doing?
That's how I lived my life.
Question after question,
Never clear what I wanted.
Until reality hit me.
Waisting potential.
Missing my chance to live my dream.
We are pushed to be perfect everyday
Ridiculed when average at best
I do not care
I will not care
My father screamed and tore out his hair
six year old me spelt a word wrong again
I do not care
Cold, heartless, maybe thoughtless?
Maybe she's just smart, and she never flaunts this.
The quiet type, not one to be involved,
with the stupid things that matter, not at all.
As I sit at my desk I look at my clock
It hits midnight and I know it’s gonna be a long night
I look down and realize
No words
Half done
Nothing
Shouldn’t have waited until last minute
The road to success is marked with signs and always under construction. To make something new out of what was old, there must first be destruction.
I Am MusixBut not only so.For You See,I am also human,And must also bewhat must surely be comin'!I am laughter.So bright and omniscientWith Lenses focused
i heard a child scream once,
only once,
and it was the sound of Algebra,
the Cold War,
global warming,
but also a mango seed
scraping wood to etch grammar rules.
I am from colonial style homes,
From Sunday morning church and Bible study Wednesdays.
I am from the fall leaves on the driveway.
(Various oranges, glowing,
It tasted like apple spice pie.)
Look at all of us, standing in a line, aren't we so wise?
Pushing dimes and nickles and crying tears out of our eyes
We have no choice.
We just can't fly when you bastards keep pulling out every feather
I remember being a kid, and a white man called me a "wetback'
I went back to my mom with the word, and said "what's that?'
She asked where I got it from, and cried when she heard
You're beautiful.
You're inspiring.
You're flawless.
I wanna be you. I wanna know you. I'm scared to talk to you.
I don't know if you'll talk to me.
You'll never like me.
I'll never be you.
And, we don't all live in Ferguson, MO.
momma told i was beautiful
momma told me i could concore the world
but the world concore me, the world gave me a different aspect
momma told me "oh shut up"
what is beauty in a world fill with super models
America the greatest
Where everyone is racing to the top
But how unfair that some had a head start to the Race
For example,
Africans did not gain their freedom until 1865 (The Civil War)
They don't really know who I am,
They only see what I choose to show them,
You guys don't know I'm secretly a fem,
I do the dirty for that green,
But men are just so mean,
I am now a lesbian.
While your young, your told to live a certian way
People teach you how to talk, what to say
Everyone looks, judgement in there eyes.
People talk, but all you hear are lies.
Noone can tell you who you are,
All of my friends tell me how "lucky" I am, because I'm so "smart"They think that because my grades are better than theirs that I'm "gifted"
What to change
I mean there's a lot of things
Death ,pain, even the insane
Happiness this would being
But for how long
Before we ponder
Our own existence
Are minds would wonder
Stifling sounds of a chair colliding with the adjacent wall send vibrations throughout my room.
Loud obnoxious talkative laughter
Eyes wondering in a motion of chaotic fashion
With no awareness of the stage's scamper
My etiquette Class is unique,
Amongs many we have our own technique
Its a combination of different tribes
and we are been taught not to take bribes.
We are taught by different teachers
Life and Journey,
Two different meanings
One connotation.
Education is extremely imortant so they say.
Money will make your life easier so they say.
But were we really put onto this earth,
Sit up straight, read your books and do your homework.
Jimmy, don't talk that way, dont walk that way, dont sit that way.
Speaking for others has never been my style,but I promise you this will be worth your while.
I can't speak out to say,
"I don't know how,"
without feeling ridiculed.
I don't know how to get through life
If I can't even make it through a math class in high school.
Maybe I'm dumb,
Could you feel me leave; and climb so high to see the world at my feet?
Steady storms ashore, but I'm the iris and I just want more
It's in the stars: the treble in my heart will be heard on Mars, for
Knowledge fills me and leaves me uplifted, it's taken me to heights that I could never have predicted, changed my life for the better. My priorities have shifted, showed me ways to heal my heart scars where pain was inflicted.
The sun is as bright as an oncoming headlight from a slow approaching car at the peak of darkness
Wrapped in mother's arms; Young, grumpy, and hungry
Heavy hearted and sweaty, she feels love instead of pain now
There's so much to life that you just gotta be happy,
Now I'm not just here trying to be all sappy
But life is too short to be down
So make your day by day goal to never never frown
And never say never, ever
the cool breeze
whispers over my skin
rustles the leaves above
a songbird's call trills
above the chatter of a squirrel
playing in its drey.
I lay on a fallen tree
once a mighty giant
Held in place by the light, we die happily,
Wise in our time.
The solid light suspends us, upends our minds
The room is too warm
My palms are sweatty
He paces, glancing at the pages.
Time is running out
I read fast but nothing sticks in my mind.
I can't remember the answeres.
He glances my way and i flinch.
I know this, I know this, I know this, I don't, I do.
I understand how to find the
acceleration of a runner when
given the change in time but
I don't know what that runner would
I’d change the homophobia, the fear and the hate,
The suppression of expression we face each day,
The way they look at us as though we’re not quite right,
Summer slips away and we students rush in to the facilities that torment us so.
We'll spend hours a day in chairs of stone, forced to learn things we don't wish to know.
In summer, there is fun in the air
and uplifting spirits everywhere.
Fall's here now, but the problem is
everyone's spirit goes in a frizz.
No one likes math, science, or gym,
I run into an open sky.
I watch the sunset
and within the orange and pink horizon
I see me.
I see myself at just 5 years old
walking into a new surrounding.
I see my teacher anxiously awaiting
i will be a stronger person.
i believe in myself and my determination.
i shall make my family proud and seek my education.
The world has become full of destruction
Going on a downward spiral causing an eruption
All the people filled with anger and hate
Make it hard to earn your keys to the holy gate
Easer shavings cover her desk
Accompanied by packet reviews , class notes , and yet
Knowledge falls into her thoughts at quarter till four
She pours her third cup of coffee as she tries to ignore
Here we are in the best four years of our life,
We stared this jorney in a new world, it became urworld, and soon we will have to leave this world.
Sometimes between exams and friends the world beats us down,
Stand tall, straighten your toes
Student,
Your strides should be steady steps
Forward
School is a necessary distraction
Present your projects, prioritize,
Middle Tennessee State University holds me strong,
In its arms, I can see my future career can't go wrong.
Down in the south, I find my passion, love, and knowledge,
A cold day
But I have to get through it
Can you imagin feeling what im feeling
Do you know what i go through
Even if you think you do , you dont
For right now ill let you think you do
I was on a train headed back to my college after visiting home for the weekend.
I took advantage of the ten-and-a-half hour ride to write an essay for World Literature.
English is my intended major
My name is Jahmire, I'm at a point in my life where I must face my fears and remove the bitter taste of tears. Time to look in the mirror, emotionally see things clearer, finish my intellectual and moral education and be something pure.
The pattern of the clocks...each tick cuts through empty thoughts.Blood pumps through little veinsThat lay neatly upon solid bone.Hours at a time
Am I wrong for being different, unlike the typical boys?
The ones who sag their pants to the floor, as I look around it feel like I am unsure
I took a walk into the trees,
Alone and without fear.
The wind whistled through leaves,
A song that was just for me.
I am stuck in a four wall room,
Hoping not to end up all gloom,
Like rats we fight for the top,
Only to fall and drop,
Soon I'll end up under a tomb
The person beside me didn't study but I heard they got a 92 seating looking at my test doesn't even look like I tried my best.
You only hear ambience
But I hear music.
The air swirls around me
The world breathes to the beat of my heart,
A constant, pulsating light:
Strings, percussion, and a choir of Earth's creatures.
Memories are what stitch us together,
Allowing us to smile through anything.
Those old conversations,
The long laughs we shared,
Crazy adventures we courageously became part of.
Money. Status. Power. Prestige.
Four things I couldn't care less about.
My calling is more; more than a suit, tie and casual Fridays.
More than sitting behind a desk and answering phones.
I’m goodHow about you?“I’m good too” they sayBut I both know that’s a lie becauseLittle black numbersVerdana 11 black fontEach curved elegantly, but rigidremind me that I have nothing left
What is it that gets me going?
Get the blood rushing and my brain flowing
Imagination running superspeed
Many ideas formulating future a masterpiece
Inspired much by nature and others but it is I that will lead
Hey! This is a poem that I wrote describing the unfair economic system in America and how I feel being a woman of color in the USA and the daughter of refugees.
Summer is over but not all fun is goneits time to start art projects and get them done!thinking outside of the boxits almost a way of getting
H
This last year
of highschool time,
the best friends i've met
in all my life line
On this graduation day
on this last cheer,
we will laugh and have fun
until the sun sets here
A lavender sky
Shadows caressing the clouds
and millions of laughing stars
The vivacious sun ignores the moon's protests
and takes her into his arms
I lay, entranced by the wonder around me
Music is the melody to my soul
It helps me stay in control
Oh the bright sun takes a toll
The night sky is my song
Yet it is not so long
I love to write and think
It makes my heart sync
Bang, Pow, Wham
Limbs hitting punching bags at all different angles.
Rainbow colored belts are everywhere.
Being an immigrant can only lead you so far
Trying to break the bars and making everyone equal
Crossing the border can be hard
Everyone deserves an equal education
Am I wrong for wanting brighter days? Am I wrong for trying to learn? Am I wrong for wanting sucesss? As i get older i feel judged on my every move. Why cant I grow up? Why cant I get wiser? Why cant I want to achieve my future success?
I've been called strange
And maybe deranged
Because my views on school aren’t the same
When August rolls around-
I cheer!
Hip-hip-hooray for the new school year!
Oh, no, you too?
PAC rats fill the school and can't wait for the class of arts.
They want their English class to end and their choir class to start.
Music and theatre are what motivates them to come to school.
Four score and seven years ago
This blasted class began.
I have a dream that
One day the learning will end.
I dream of a different world,
One conceived in liberty--
Or at least freedom from homework!
Anxiety like
sugar in my veins
forces my weak knees
to rattle.
Bumping the desk in front of me
as I slowly undetectably lose focus.
Undeniable to the students
near to me, but unnoticed
I feel hated
I see the faces
Of the people who hate me
The people with a darker complexion than me
Asians, Mexicans, African Americans
Not all but some
The list goes on and on
Why are we called only smart
When we excel in Math or Language Arts
Great athletes who struggle in these fields
Are called dumb, despite their amazing yields
Not many people enjoy my chocolate shell
They tear me apart until they reach my vanilla cream center
They drown me in a white liquid
To subsidize my taste
Why am I not good enough
I planned my sister's future today:
First, she needs to learn German.
Nevermind that she's never shown an interest in languages
The sun shining down,
It’s a brand new day.
Meet new people,
See new places.
Be a new person.
After all you’re only in college once.
So why not make the best of it.
She used to be the girl wrapping up school lunch to take home
She used to be the girl who never had new clothes
She used to be the girl who needed help
They are the family that sleeps hungry
Success is accomplishing your goals
and never giving up
keeping your head up
being able to bounce back from failure
Succes is what you live for
Every person has a dream,
A goal that becomes their motivation,
But not every dream succeeds,
And those that do are lucky.
Lucky enough to brave the endless monsoons of obstacles;
Not all that many years ago: An education once was a dream and a goal, an education not everyone was sold $.
It seems sometimes, with this seperation of body from soul
That we can all become blind, invisioning the staircase in the tunnel to our goal
It seems sometimes, that we are all alone when we focus on ourselves
She walks the halls with her arms wrapped around her books that are strapped to her chest.
Everyone makes fun of the way she is but her posture tells a story few will ever know.
Call me a beaner,
Say I'm going to be nothing but a fucking cleaner.
All they want is a stereotype to stick in a position,
Where you have no ambition.
They say to go back to the homeland,
What land?
I want to...fly past pain's sky
always taunting me, she teases me
She told me I'd never get away
The way I dread-locks pain inside me
She shacked up with her man, Misery
They play sad tunes on strings
Compartmentalize, Idealize, try to forget the lies,Pretend it doesn't hurt when they laugh at the color of my eyes,the size of my thighs, the lack of high IQ in my mind, forget for my own benefit,
Into the woods of every city
patty cakes are made by bakers men with affections for pyrex and bitter soda
thunderous claps insight a familiar shuffle
the bell is broken
an avalanched of witnesses
I like to think I'm strong
I used to be smart
I used to think I had some feelings bottled in this heart.
Maybe I used to be good looking once.
What the heck are women?
Look all around you and tell me what do you see?
Are people fighting for originality? Or hungry to be like you and me?
This world lacks individuality, imagination and innovation.
Extremely sarcastic professor Wants every student to impress her She twists the rules just as she chooses And grades the papers as she muses She sends them to the supervisor Who admits he’s none the wiser His rules are even more convoluted And so
Maybe she liked the pain,
Hell, maybe she loved the pain.
Or maybe she just misses the pain.
Because you see, it's a different kind of pain.
The chaos, the frustrations
It all seeps from your pores like an infection
How can something so positive become negative within an instant?
You crush and demolish
As though you are a dump truck
Everyone eventually leaves this tangible place called earth.
No matter how one feels about themself, they will impact someone.
How do you know if you've impacted a person?
She longs to be different,
Because her greatest fear is that she could be her.
Flesh and blood that created her and brought her to life is the same thing that has haunted her.
How can one destroy such innocence?
The future is a monster is a monster in my head,
I can lose focus of the curriculum that I once though was a load of shipped work.
The future is the demon that provokes my stress.
16 and confused. Who am I supposed to be and what am I supposed to do?
17 and unhappy. No friends, no point. School doesn't mean anything to me. What a waste of time...
Whenever I open up ISIS
That's the website for our finances
I see thousands of due charges
It seems cruel for them to do this
When all I've ever wanted to do is
Hang him from the nearest tree
A place like school is not for thee
2 adults were killed today
One student injured
Back in the day
You’re looking out your window tonight
So many things running through your mind
You feel like you’ve lost who you are
You want to find your way back to the start
But you can’t, oh no, you can’t
In this torturous classroom
I sit in row 5, seat 3
and to my right in row 4, seat 3
sits the most beautiful boy I've ever laid eyes on.
Every time we make eye contact
I feel a rush of warmth
We all have a dream
Laying awake or up at night
It's that one thing
You can't stop thinking about
I want to teach
My students will soar
We can all make a difference
I'm going to start early
I fear failure
I long for success
I love learning
And I learn everyday
I like to imagine my future
At the age of 22, I’d be graduated from college
I would get up and get myself to work
What makes me tick is the anger I getWhen they try to be little me, make me feel as though mywords are less than their’s…I’m not as powerful as everyone else, they think I
deserve the short end of the stick…
When I walk into work the air is cloying
The musty glow of past play-sweat clinging to the air,
The whipping of sugar has begun in the back
Building the wispy crystals into pastel clouds
SilenceDisruptedThe lap of wavesThe cry of a gullPassing overAlien formsFormless featherless thingsNaught but ripples
Where is the wisdom now lost?
Is convenience really worth the cost?
Books replaced for screens and instant streaming;
Concertos and Symphonies for banging and screaming.
Special credit and thanks to Mr. Elliott Morgan--YouTuber, comedian, and thinker of deep thoughts. (Quote at bottom, courtesy of the aforementioned.)
Oftentimes we lose
the meaning, or the point.
Education is an opportunity to have.
It provides us knowledge about world.
In different shapes and sizes all of us are bound to become a somebody.
I exist within a beat
A moment of synchronized sound.
An instance, determined by an ongoing tempo.
I have notlistenedto anything you have justfinished explaining.Forgive me butI was daydreaming about somethingmore important to me thanwhatever it was you said.
I join the throngs of hungry people in aligning my life with the blueprint,
desperate to complete everything perfectly in order to reach uptown utopia.
Fear plagued everyday activities.
She stopped on by to say hello
Although she knew no one was home
She really hoped with all her heart
That she could find somewhere to start
In this crumbling world we all become self absorbed
taking money over love
gaining nothing but an overactive ego
by pointing out others flaws
theres nothing to stop this world from ending
They tell me that I need to search
That all I have to do is look and I can find it.
Easy for them to say.
Yet here I am having a fit,
Trying to find this little shit.
A Bump in the Road
I've learned to do things on my own
Along the journey, I have grown
Paths I've taken aren't always sunny
It's kind of challenging being low on money.
7 billion people in the world as of today
Asians, Africans, Europeans, we got it each and every way
What makes us different? The color of our skin or how we look?
I want to go back,
Back in time.
When God created the world.
I want to see Jesus with his disciples at the Passover.
I want to see Him rise from the dead.
I want to watch Moses
Tick
My dream makes my heart beat
My ambition feeds my soul
The journey which I seek
Will take me through many tolls
I have to work hard to pay my dues
Inspiration
What is inspiration but a fanny pack full of hammy down quotes from people no different than you or I. Or is it indifference that allows one to be different. "Haters gnna hate!"
Walking down this road I called home
Thinking of all my dreams that seem so far to reach
My mind and heart whispers courage but reality seems to crush my dreams
Regret and Anger
tries to take hold.
Pain and Sorrow
leaves me cold.
I feel it deep within,
a storm breaking thru,
trying to take control,
of how I hate you.
A heart you were given
We're all traveling down this road
The road to our futures
We all have different destinations, but we're all going somewhere or nowhere
It's exciting to think about what we are traveling towards
Slam.
I hear the sound of the door closing, turn to see the car driving away, and with it, everything i've ever known in life.
Comfort, gone.
Security, gone.
"Hey." "Hi." "I like those earrings." "Thank you, and I like your hair. Who did your hair?" "My mom." "Ah. She did great with your long and thick natural hair." "Thank you." "You are so welcome."
Day after day
Semester after semester
Year after year
I run into college freshman, sophomores, juniors, and seniors who are victims drowning in their own pool of confliction
I want to be featured on Upworthy.I want to be the man who breaks the mold.
It had only been two weeks since school started and already she felt his eyes drilling a hole at the back of her neck. Immediately her heart flipped for she knew who it was without having to check.
Rain
It was so cold,
We wandered through the woods to seemingly nowhere
Just because
Not even talking, just walking
It is confusing you see
This path with which we seek
No map and no roads
Just a forest of untolds
They say it will be easy
They say it will be fun
And yet here I sit as they stand
If I could have my dream job, I’d be on my way to medical school because I wouldn’t have to worry about loans or tuitions.
Is my mind so unoriginal,
it can't think in another way?
My thoughts have turned sappy
Since he came around that day.
I love him, I love him
He loves me too.
I want this for forever
Anything to get my money they did,
I guess telling the truth is forbid,
This place was clean the last time I was here,
Now I look around and say “Oh dear,”
I thought there was 60% diversity in this place,
Large and stuffy building, jam packed full and tight,
Hundreds of students gathered, trying to do what’s right.
“Get an education!” they tell us every day,
But what they fail to do, is to teach us the way?
Education is my love, to embark on a journey of truth revealed
Understanding the facts and using those facts in life to change the world
Yay your walking
Yay you can shit on your own
Yay you can do your ABC's
Yay you can read
Do you know how to do this math problem?
Do you know every capital?
Do you know every contenent?
Normal
It was being nice and standardizing yourself to fit in
But there she sat in her worn out old navy boot legged jeans
With her eyes on the board and some ink machine in her hand
Success and Smart
Courteous and Better Future
Hardwork and Education
Observation and New Ideas
Observe and Learn
Learn new things
I am forever grateful for all that I have
I keep my mind on the prize, and forget about the past
Know one said it would be easy, but im willing to take a shot
Im ready to give my all, and utilize all that I've got
Time is a fragile elementIt stops for no manEven if it were said he was excellentTime is the part of a bigger plan.
Let’s do some math.
If I choose to dorm at XY Hall, the price will be 18k for both semesters combined.
But that's way too expensive.
“Hello I am “Purpose” I would like to talk to you. About what you and I are suppose to do. Now listen to me now and do what I say. Now that you and I are on our way to the top of the world to be an important person.
I make this list every few weeks.
Feeding and fending for myself.
Cheapest thing for dinner?
Probably the chicken legs.
On special: 5lb for 89 cents each.
thoughts on how that should last me for a while.
Let the rain fall down,
And wash away these feelings
The doubt, the loathing, the constant questioning.
Life is too short, to let this society strip me,
Of the values and virtues I tend to cling to.
It’s kind of funny how the first things you’re taught are the last things that matter.
In first grade I was taught that I could do absolutely anything with my life, even if I wanted to be super girl.
Education is power. Education is succses. Education is key. Education is expensive. Education is cold. Education is a murderer.
That sounds like it nears the Land ofImposible. It's not that I can't write-most people have impaired eyes that make it
Tell me how I was exactly like him
Tell me how I am not original
Tell me someone has already done that
Everythought has already been thought
Every word has already been wrote
The Pen moves,
The Paper takes the ink.
Silence,
But the scratching makes me think.
The air is thick with the smell of nervous thoughts,
Rushed paragraphs,
Crossed out and redone.
Ignorance is the new world powerThey say they give us education but feed us from a spoon coated in arsenic
Governments claim they want what is best for their country
We're brainwashed so we will cower
We're asked from an early age
What do you want to be when you grow up
It's a question designed
To make us look forward to the future
But no matter what I do
Baby Girl!!
What are you doing?!!
Do you care about your life?
Being a mother isn't easy
Being a single mother is harder
Being a single, young mother is damn near impossible.
Ever since the age of seven, I've been told I'm gifted, but what does that even mean?--
That I can pass a standardized test with a little more ease that those around me?
Hello, Dr. King, have you heard the news?
Children are being stereotyped because they aren’t as intelligent
as child prodigies at age 3. What can we do to fix this?
Can anyone save our minds?
Now like a sieve in the sand
Soon there will be none left to find
Instead, we are kept busy with our hands
The base of knowledge, smoldering in flames
They do not see what I feel inside
But they see the smile that I can not hide
Day after day I please their needs
But I am never questioned about what I need
What did I do
I have to admit
That sometimes I’m "not all there"
I’m a great actor
Playing the part
And choosing what to share
I wake up and decide what character to present
My mind is no clockwork.
It has no mechanistic rules of a clock, has no one destination, or a repetitive circle of lines on the edge of Time.
My mind is constrained by the jail of clocks and schedules:
There's so much pressure nowadays
On kids and young adults.
Pressure to meet every benchmark,
And to have X amount of extracurriculars,
And to do damn well on the ACT,
And to earn X amount of dollars,
Chemical reactions determine how I shape my words on this page.
Internal flickers and quarks determine how many times I blink while processing my thoughts.
Shes poor- with a dead beat dad whom lives in the house but no connection-he stays on the coutch while mother works her ass off cleaning houses and sweeping the floors of ones whoms only problem is their maunfuctioning macbooks.
For days I have wondered what I shall do,
Wandering the streets of my mind aimlessly through and through,
Through dreams I see the beauty of all things arise,
Lonely girl is so far up above the world. She orbits around, without an anchor to ground her.
I want to learn everything
I'm in a world of information
Surrounded by things to question
I want to learn everything
Suck up every fact, philosophy, and proposition
Take every offered class at the University
"A Shooting at (Insert name here) School has left (Insert Number here) dead and (Insert larger number here) wounded. Police have blocked off the area and people have been escorted out of the building.
After nine long, strenuous months their eyes finally meet.
She can’t resist but to cradle her in her arms.
With an education system,
Which limits what a teacher teaches and what a student learns,
She dealt with standardized testing,
As she saw it determining what colleges she got into, she became frustrated and helpless,
We learn what we are taught. We use crayons to draw up a life that’s already been planned in permanent ink. But we still try.
Well we know it's hard to believe
that just a few years ago we were naive.
You told us we would grow up
and we asked you to remember us while we were small.
You taught and shaped who we are
“Sticks and stones may break my bones
but words will never hurt me,”
and I call bullshit
to whomever spouted such folly,
to the one who thought
We are
day-to-day here, surviving off
coffee and energy drinks
and herbal teas passed like drugs
beneath the lunch table.
Like cigarettes
Don't waste my time
each millisecond I won't be able to buy into existence
I cannot undo conversations
we've had.
I can't take back the things I've said.
Each millisecond it takes to breathe
Just because I am not a perfect student
Doesn’t mean I'm not trying
Just because I said your being a hag
Doesn’t mean I meant it
Although I may not have a score as high as you for my IQ
Don't think that I'm any less than you
Because I don't have to know advanced mathematics and quantum mechanics
In order to be labeled a genius
Walk a mile in my shoes
Then you’ll know what it’s like to choose
Between making a life of your own and leaving the nest
Laundry had to be done
And there was something
About some bill
That I had to pay.
Thousands of dollars
Spent and borrowed
For a piece of paper that says
I’m smart, I’m qualified.
I walked into the classroom.
I wrote my name on the board:
"Mr. Broom"
A little girl stared at my shirt.
I saw she had a black eye.
I wondered how she got hurt.
I’ve seen the promising become promise-less, helpless, useless
A straight A student taking a straight edge razor to prescription pills
To heal the hell until she fell
Drowning neck high in alcohol
I teach.
Although not certified.
The lessons I have taught cannot be verified on a master planner.
Speaking one's mind
Or staying behind with a friend in need
Is one of the most satisfying deeds.
Stress. It begins in the brain, the little chemicals that are flowing about making my mind thin. I am only eighteen and I owe money for college, have a place I can't afford and I have no Idea how to pay for the next few years of college.
Yesterday in Health Class the teacher had us copy down the definition of the word stress.
Stress: noun a state of mental or emotional strain or tension resulting from adverse or very demanding circumstance
voice mono toned, deaf to all ear.
unable to relent nor express deep fear
controlled by all sides of other people expressions
able to listen but unable to be heard
words struggle to escape the mind
Power
I have none
I can't change anything
Stuck
between wants and needs
I don't have anything
Unless
I find a way
I take the hard road
Education
can get me out
What is an education?
It is factual, theoretical, practical, or negligable,
does it enlighten, brighten, heighten, or deepen
the degree and impact that is actually accredited.
Education wasted
Through blood, sweat, and tears they tasted
Longed for the things we are handed on a silver platter
And yet we neglect this precious gift as if it didn’t matter
laid out
spread like butter
on the ground.
i'm melting.
yellow self bubbling
as i seep into the ground.
through eyes that barely see but
straight ahead,
I am slowly fading into a daze,
this is the 1st phase.
I wish it was more astounding,
this strange finding.
It goes beyond measure,
known as something that I never asked for,
Silent Thoughts
Thoughts,
That’s all they are
That’s all I make.
Will they ever be any more?
Will they ever be any less?
I want out so badly.
Mom, I know you’re proud of me, that I have not cried in front of you
every time I see you since you told me my dream school is off the table.
We can’t afford it.
Money never makes a man
My motive is make a movement
My goal is accomplished when everyone's influenced
My mind is diverse
I need to make difference
Let's improve education!
Teach a generation!
I'm turning 25 this year,
And with another passing day I fear,
That I have nothing to show and my life is slipping away.
I mean, I don't know what you've been told,
But even at 20 I thought 25 was old,
im crafting my journey the way from the dim
as the light is blind eye that i cant see
days seems oh so right can be the most beautiful fright
mind beyound measure but we dont remeber everything that happin last night
I love learning, but I'm tired of school.
Tired of teachers who just don't get you & make you drool.
I'm sick of them thinking they own my life..
They don't realize that once I walk out that classroom, each day, ..
A love of teaching is hard to find
For some try in vain to fill the mind
And others are bitter, aloof, and unkind
And still others tire of the daily grind
Mumbling and droning,
That is how they present.
With a carelessness that is
Astounding.
With an attitde that is
Cringe worthy.
They do not care -
They do not care at all.
Ryan Summers Politician April 27, 2014
My niche is filled with chat of the upcoming elections
And the debate with others who detest my views.
A thousand dollars..
I need a stack, a "G", in today's society
if you want higher knowledge then you must pay a fee
Corrupt visions in this government made my reality
People are dyingMothers are cryingI don't think I can survive itthe block is hot don't you hear the sirenscall 911 cuz they shooting again
Some people pursue fortune, others long for fame,
And many strive to simply just make themselves a name.
But their goals have no meaning- In the end, they won't matter.
To reach the dream I can achieve
The only support is I need to believe
Time is my only foe
Hoping one day write for a television show
To begin my route, it will be an uphill battle
My Dream Job
By : Yulene Amador
My Dream Job consists of many things
Adults and children and maybe even dogs
My Dream Job would be a well payed job where it would put a smile on my face
My dream has no name,
it is still an uncreated concept,
one that I hope to create.
My dream embraces my passions,
To nurture your minds and adore your thoughts would be my everyday
To listen, teach and guide you in every single way
To learn from your young souls more than you learn from mine
If only I could
Give you a life,
One thats worth living,
One without strife,
I would.
If only my job
Became a career,
Then we would live,
Without fear,
Of living like Uncle Bob.
If you could only see all the dreams I’ve already given up on
A love of learning, unfortunately can only take you so far
That’s what I learned
Without a place to call to call my own
No house to call my home
Ever wonder why it's so hard?
I'm not talking about life
Since you do this from the very start.
Smiles, tears, laughter, and knowledge;
The dust settles.
Radiant wisdom shines from within.
There are 77,600,000 girls around the world who do not attend school.
Not 77,600,000 children or adults or people all put together.
After making incisions around the scalp and peeling the skin
back, I make a cut at the top of his skull like a trap door, revealing the super computer in his
cranium. Brain tissue, bone, and blood cover my latex gloves.
She cries every night
tears streaming down her face
She needs to be loved again
she's forgotten the taste.
"Is it worth it?" ...You ask,
"Wasting your time, Is it worth it?"
And my first reaction is to laugh
That warm smellFresh coffee from the brewer to my rightCoffee made the cold air thickerRounded out the nick that came with each inhaleI turned the page in my book
I see them
I ignore them
I passed by them
I see you
Having a sign
"F*CK THE POOR"
I stand up
Saying that's not humane
Stating that he should help
Walking few blocks down
The money isn't great, that's what they say,The jobs is hard, that's how they feel,Do you really want to be apart of this, is all they ask.
Eighteen score years ago, a cradled crying baby - who was given an enlightened path - was born
Down to the depths I fell.
I saw the evil, heard the evil, and spoke evil.
The world was evil, life was evil.
I was dying, slowly.
I needed help,
When I spoke to you
I found the light.
I walk into the classroom in the morning.
It's empty.
The vision of seeing young students in front of me
rattles my bones,
shakes my fingers,
speeds my heart.
I'm nervous.
Nervous about
Teachers are entrusted with the future of the nationClass should be a celebration not a dictatorshipTeachers should and not hand out packets destroying
Junior year is almost over, time goes tick tock'
Teachers say " your future looks bight,dont you see?"
Ill admit its diffiult to evision what lies ahead for me.
i make good grades, A's the occasional B
It starts as a nightmare
Being pushed into a classroom
Saying goodbye to mommy and daddy
And finding a stranger who looms
In front of the classroom, all friendly
A painful process
Hobby (noun)
an activity or interest pursued
for pleasure or relaxation
My mind
Is an exploding world of trips and triggers
A field
Of mines and trenches, warring colors
And emotions.
Motion blurs and lines, and ideas!
But YOU
tell me my mind is a hole
Growing up all I knew was poverty.
"Put that back!"
"We cannot afford that."
I come from a life where education was a scapgoat.
I come from hand-me-downs, and cheap shoes.
Excuse her if she was not alright
With government taking children’s light
Filling their heads with things they never should have said
She could teach her student one better if she was lying in bed
There are too many things that make up a person.
We want to compact them all
Into one item
“Do you like this?
I am a Nappy headed woman, I love my naps...I love my curls...I love my dreads.. I refuse to let anyone put chemicals in my head...
When was the day that I felt the heat?
Was I lifeguarding on Jackson street?
Was I pouring salt on a customers fries?
Was I organizing silk sewn ties?
Did i ring up that DVD correctly?
It’s me.
I’m here.
I want to change the world.
That’s hard,
I know,
but it’s what I want to do.
Being an activist is my dream,
making sure we all have
our full human rights.
Concerned hand
Shoots up
Riddled with
Purple tracks along
Vein’s corridors indicating
Another kind of shooting
Eyes glassy yet aware
Functioning child
Unknowing of what his
As I pursue my career goals, I work my hands until they bleed,
For some extra cash so you see.
As I take care of a cancerous parent,
My needs often go unapparent.
I do not mind; after all, what are families for?
I let the shadows speak
I let the mind grow
But never let it be weak,
To discover the things I need to know.
A beginning of a moment must come to an end
The end of a moment must come to a beginning.
They say pick a route.
They say choose a dream.
Well, I'm not backing out
So I'll let my thoughts become a live stream.
My dream job is obscure
Pharmacy isn't thought of in my small town,
Sitting in a box
A classroom, some call it
Day after day
Nine months of work all to take one test
Is it really worth it?
Six hours a day
One hundred eighty days a year
No one knows what to expect at birth.
I didn’t choose this life, life choose me
It's just meant to be.
No one can choose,
I had to learn to adapt
It was either that, or end up on my back.
The cost of a child.
Two thousand forty one dollars.
Just to have a child.
The cost of good health.
Three hundred twenty eight dollars.
Just to stay healthy.
We all have roles.
we all have dreams and believe that we can achieve.
So we say when we're young, "I will get that dream job!"
We all start out with a small job,
then we flourish like a flower to water.
Spoken Well in Tones to tell
Over the coast
Down to a sweet roast
Storyteller there she is
When I was seventeen,
A guy was driving me home from dinner
(which, believe me, did not happen all that often)
And somehow, the subject turned to school
He thought it was cool, he said,
The clock is ticking.
The world is slipping
into a state of decay.
Our parents won't see it,
To change the way in which we learn, is what I seek most.
We file in,
We file out,
Much like our teachings.
Retention is not guraunteed, solely our attention.
Why can I ponder extraneous interests
I wake up every morning
Innocent and vulnerable
Happy and carefree
I remember where I am
A beautiful campus
Friends all around
Spring flowers and warm air begin to appear
I came to life to dream
to beam, to seem
to have a purpose.
I came to life to reap
not sleep, not keep
my pride holding me back.
For my job is to be under
the hunter of clothes.
I will not be a millionaire by the time it is all said and done
But I hope to have touched at least one single life
Whether that be a child, or a parent of a struggling child
Being a teacher, it is not made for everyone
Whenever I tell people I want to write for a living,
they give me a funny look that says 'good luck'
in a sarcastic way, though.
Most people don't think anyone can make it writing,
writing for television,
With headphones in, A determined stare.
I type for you but a passage, for all readers to share.
Viewers reflect, make choices, prepare.
The future is approaching, with its army of fear.
..........................
the doctor intubates;the nurse begins compressions;the tecn runs for the defibrillator;chaos.
When I was four I used to play school with my brother and cousin.We would take turns writing lessons on the chalkboard.The scribbles could have meant anythingFrom art to math to history.
I dream in Green
I dream in shades of emerald and jade
I dream in trees
In plants, in mountains
And sea
What do you want to be when you grow up?
When we are young
We don’t think much of the answer
It is too far away-
I have a dream that one day race, socio-economic status, gender, religion, ability, or sexual orientation will no longer serve as obstacles to justic
We often ask ourselves how we can ease someone else’s pain
When our own hurt is too much to take
I stretch my span of wing, in the air once again
My senses are heightened, carefully I listen;
Silence.
I fly over forest, why is the green so thin?
If I had the power,
All the power in the world
I’d change the fact that it is so hard
For me to get an education.
Between the teachers that have given up on me,
And the students around me
Have you ever been liplocked? Not romantically,
But has your mouth ever been a bank.
Your teeth safe-bolts to an iron door.
A room with no windows.
Your jaw wired.
"OMG you too Ms. Imani?You see I... I thought I was the only"Thats what this young girl said to meas she glared at meno longer feeling lonely.
Even when I was extremely young,
I knew what I was meant to do.
Fighting crime from the court room
That's what would make dreams come true.
From the beautiful court buldings,
Some say to teach is to die but I say that's a lie.
whose to say children aren't precious? With their creativity in their hands and their imagination in their minds.
Sweat trickles down your cheek,
your a mess and you feel beat,
to progress this a necessary stress,
this stress known as a test.
What if one day I have a clouded mind
and all my knowledge is confined,
Education is the key
Learn, discover, explore and play
So that you can be who you want to be
Education is a privilege
Not everyone has the chance
Just look at a third world village
Dreams
What do they mean?
Are they really just the end goal?
Or unrealistic fantasies
One my dream of fam or fortune
And what a wonderful dream that is
But I?
I dream to make a difference
Over and over we're told,
"Pick something you'll enjoy"
"You're gonna be stuck with it"
"What is important to you?"
But, where are the people asking how they can help us get there?
I want to be that person.
i want to get the new j's that came out
i want gucci
i see people with louie
the first time i poured my heart onto a piece of paper, i made my mother cry.
tears cascaded down her cheeks because my words dug in deep like knives.
i realized that the world around me could vanish into a vapor,
Money growing from a tree
everything in the world is free
not a worry on my mind
and everyone is kind
I can be anything I wish to be
because in dreams everything is free
then my eyelids slowly open
A child of the spring,
just like me,
we grew together.
With each passing year,
1, 2, 3,
I came to know you.
On every birthday
I could see
how we had changed,
and I loved how
There are many things I want to do, and one of them is to teach you.
I want to teach you how to read a book, and teach you how to skim without a second look.
Global Citizens
First week of school, info booths galore,
Fliers and pamphlets stacked to the roof from the floor.
But one stood out proudly, simply sublime,
Study abroad, the chance of my lifetime.
My future was unclearA dream with no nameIt began to draw nearStill now it remainsThough once unseen
Scholarship Rejection
Play this game
Write these words
Jump through this hoop
Now do five push-ups
Say the alphabet backwards
Lick the dew off a flower pedal
If I could change The World i Would change our generation from being Vanity slaves to Vanity owners of inspiration, the found hope of
"Children are the future,"
So everyone says.
"Children are the future,"
Show me your proof, then.
Hungry, impoverished
Children on the streets?
Too many in the classroom,
a job will make you money,
but a career is about a dream.
jobs will take you far though,
and show what your career really means.
a job isn't about the salary
or about power or looking good;
There's a key,
that could open a lock, that could open a door
We wouldn't live feeling hate anymore
No time for ignorance
Everyone could be free
All diversity in peace and harmony
I'm paying for a piece of paper.I'm paying to take classes with information that I can find online with the click of a buttton.I'm paying to stay in a dorm where rules are constantly broken, and my sanity incessantly tested.
Music education
improves the lives of
everyone.
Better grades.
Language development.
Higher IQ.
Improved SAT scores.
But all of that doesn't really
This system is like a Ford decelerating on the freeway
I mean it'll get you somewhere but not as fast of efficient is that okay?
I mean all the other cars have already sped up and it's quite a shame
To have any job I desired
Would be quite a miracle.
Toiling day in, day out
But enjoying it- that is the key.
Although I have not always had the most pleasant
Experiences at the dentist,
She was a worker from Primerica
The best company in America
Studies her way out to be a doctor
By the watchful eye of her brother, the protector
There's two people staring back at me,
a reflection;
a nightmare.
The difference between the one in the mirror,
the one I want to be,
is that, unlike the one in my nightmare,
I dream to be a walking library
filled with facts and stories
of our past generations.
To teach fellow humans
In the average dreams,
To me it seems,
To involve money or chrome,
Or perhaps a mansion of a home,
For me it involves the teaching of a child,
Whose mind is still wondering and mild,
Four years of college
Four years of math
Four years of science in every science class
General speaking which I hate the most
But when it comes to English i always take the gold
If I could change one thing about the world, I'd change the way it's ran.
It'd be a place where people weren't afraid to take a stand.
In the world we live in now, there's a unanomous point of view.
From the day you were born,
you've been feeling vile scorn,
for the future they say is so bright.
The school that you stay in,
The church that you pray in,
Just trying to snuff out the light.
I have been given the power to change.
To change anything I want.
The word itself summons up clever ideas, yet it is simply harder to choose only one thing to change.
I could paint upon a stage,
Upon myself, another name,
And fool the watchers with my art,
And die in beds of green and fame.
Or I could paint upon a mind
I could paint upon a stage,
Upon myself, another name,
And fool the watchers with my art,
And die in beds of green and fame.
Or I could paint upon a mind
I am a secondary English teacher.
At least, I dream to be.
I want nothing more
than to shape a generation
and inspire people like me
to want to teach
and create
and grow
and learn
We live in a world where the American dream is a thing that is yearned,
Where liberty is free and opportunity awaits around every turn.
We live in a world where we are given every right to speak what is our hearts,
My parents said my desired career was not fit for this world.
They said I will not make enough money to live.
I want to change the world.
I want to BE somebody.
Do they not understand?
I sit at home, reading about the calamities of the world
And think to myself, "Couldn't these be handled better?"
More often than not, the powers that be twist their authority
Education is beyond the doors of a classroom and beyond the teachings of a teacher.
The child wanted to be an artist until she saw one with talent.
The child wanted to be a teacher, but her slight lack of patience would destroy her.
A dentist I want to be.
A dream that I want to meet.
Hard journey it is.
But is all for me.
Is only one job.
It going to be known.
Ill do my best.
To be up there.
I want to suceed.
Money
sweet as a honey
but can be stingy as a bee.
Protected by soldier of education,
but only those with might can be given satisfaction
Money
Sweet as you may be
What if your dream job could be your reality?One dreamOne jobA chance to prove yourself worthy.Not to take it for guaranteed.
For one job could change my life,
For one job may have another kids college paid for, just for looking nice,
For one job may make my money right,
For one job could land me closer to my future wife.
What would I change if anything?How about the price of education.This country is built on freedom.But how free are we really if the shackles of student debt are locked tight for years?
Hey Johnnie
Give me your lunch money
Hey Johnnie
Give me change for the bus
Hey Johnnie
Your locker rent is due
Hey Johnnie
There's a toll to get to class
Hey Johnnie
The sound of graphite on paper
Fills the room
As students qickly take notes
About DNA and evolution
Pictures of Darwin and double helixes
Line the white walls of the classroom
Teachers all are we
Even without a special degree
Mother, father, sister, brother
Everyone learns from one another
Passionate for history?
Teacher; that's the thing to be!
Steel rafts of ocean hands
Pearl into icy depths
Piercing through its smooth skin
Breaking the shocks of energy
Through thick blue
Dreams of my future
All contain fuzzy pictures of my goal.
Perhaps I’ll heal wounds by sewing sutures
Or checking vitals and removing cancerous moles.
No one category is completely chosen
One job.
One path.
No money.
"You will get a job."
"There is no money in teaching."
"You will be great!"
"I would never have the patience to work in Special Education."
Laughter can be heard through the halls,
Silly children make their way to class
But Lucia is left behind.
I see her sit in the furthest seat without a word.
How can I help her?
I know what she needs.
Aisles of white, and read
By scholars and hoodlums alike,
Segregated by understanding, sight
Of the future is too often said.
The march of the Pedagogue
Held count by the beads of the Abacus,
These words I'm spilling may not be quite clear,
a job is not a career.
Let us not strife,
but a job cannot change my life.
To see your reflection and see success,
must be the best.
Ive always had such a passion for little kids
seeing them running around and laughing.
The joy of them has always put a smile on my face
their smiles make me feel a warm fuzzy feeling.
Music Is My Life,
Let The Lyrics Be My Spirit,
The Melody's My Emotion,
So I'm Hoping That You Hear It,
Music Is My Passion,
To That I'm Truly Dedicated,
I've Been Chasing My Education,
we fight
chilrdren fight for attention
teens fight for recognition
adults fight for establishment
i have faught
i have faught for rank
i have faught for acknolwdgement
If I could change anything I would change the school system. In Ohio we are being bread to become factory workers. The things we are taught are not essential to life.
Here I have a family.
Here we have heart.
"But it's just a grocery store."
or so they say.
Here I have a chance.
Here we have opportunity.
"Well don't you want to do something else?"
hands.
a body at rest.
fire cracks through tiny rivers, but
it is divine inspiration; sparks flying
into the cradle of ideas.
From a trailer park to a nice condo?
How can that be?
From C's and D's to all A's and B's
How can that be?
If there was "one job that may change my life" what would it be? let us see what I could be.
Life always so mysterious
Time leaves me so delirious.
And the truth is as I type, there is just too much left to write
I am filled with so much fright, at the thought of life not done right
What do you dream of doing for your job,
What do you wish you could do,
No matter what the circumstances are.
She was 6 and still couldnt speak
She was 8 and still couldnt utter
Any words, any phrases
She was me
All confidece gone
It hit me not long
To change the lives
The inscure minds
A scared little girl picked up a tattered old text
She fell in love with the tiny black characters on the cream colored pages
She found herself in every page and then on to the next
To tell a simple is something that could come so easily. You hear the words and they flow and paint a picture in your mind. As the words dance in your brain, you can come up with so many unique ideas as to how to story looks.
Cancer.
It's a strong word. Very strong actually.
It's a word that can bring about emotions that are so heavy, even the strongest of people can't hold them.
Shock. Uncertainty. Devestation. Desperatness.
To see a child smile,
To witness knowledge gained,
To know that all the while,
I will never be ashamed,
To call these children my students,
Their minds an endless place,
I'm stuck in a place that is good for me,
It sucks, its hell ,it's weak to me.
Academics are great, and so is the school,
But the people all here act like a fool.
I go to a school that's a hidden gem
Have you ever wondered,
What did any of them do to us,
Why so much hatred and headache
And why not put in all in the past where it belongs?
Have you ever thought about,
There are many things wrong
And many things right.
So much confusion.
So little light.
How many times
Must we face a disaster?
The lights keep on fading.
And there is no real "master".
I have been depressed,
I have failed because of my learning disorder,
I have been left behind in my group.
I want to be a neurologist.
I want to be able to help.
I want to know why people act out.
They were used to me being girly
Fat.
Insecure.
Sensitive.
I dreamed to be a thin designer that put others under the control
of my charms
of my domesticity
A cook, a designer, a wife.
One job could change my life, in factOne job could change one moreIf only to find my place in thatTo find a purpose forOne job to overcome the fearTo overcome the angist
The world is swirling, whirling, grinding with fear. The thoughts of children crying, people dying, reek in my ears.
what would i say could change? it would be me. My knowledge of how powerful education really is and how successes could better me. How education would have helped me become a better me.
Genuises everywhere.
Slightly different, however.
Judging ...
Everyone won't be able to climb a tree.
Genuises everywhere.
Slightly different, however.
Living ...
I spent four of my years in a building
Of wood walls and cement floors
I spent four of my years in a building
Told it was wrong to want out
I spent four of my years stuck in two dimensions
For four long years
The students sit and stare
At the walls of the school
Asking why they are there
Average. Normal. Nothing.
Invisible. Wallflower.
Silent.
Passion quelled, pooling in hidden reserves.
Opionions held, restrained without words.
On my path to education, I see
So clearly and very obviously
The pattering of feet from my classmates,
Listening to a lecture most do hate,
Pencils at a loss for silence dictate,
Holding my breath.
Is this life or death?
The professor smirks and hands out the test
Does he understand this is theft?
Denver U? The food is rad
The climate also is not half bad
The size of the school is cool
But the tuition is cruel!
Loyola-Chicago? Has a water view
And a bonus campus in the city too
If everyone read National Geographic
There would not be as many things to report about
in National Geographic
If young girls were surrounded by images of beauty and strength
We're just kids
Defined-- By our apathy
Subjugated wiithout sympathy
But how can we care?
Whenwe're stripped of our voice
Left with no choice
Since I've been in high school
I thought I was so cool
Getting straight A's
Hey, it really pays
Started doing college apps and took the ACT
Made a good score and saw my future before me
OPPORTUNITY KNOCKS
A PRESENCE BEYOND THE THRESHOLD OF THE PRESENT EXISTANCE
THE KNOCKING IS PERSISTANT
HOW DID IT COME SO FAST
OUR ADOLESENT YEARS THAT HAVE COME TO PAST
BUT OPPORTUNITY IS KNOCKING
America, one word to decribe it: great.
There is but one thing that I do hate.
The freedom we falsely exhibited.
Was in actuallity always prohibitted.
If you wish to go to church, then be my guest.
Cold cinderblocks covered in thick, distorted white paint that tries to hide the sharp, rough edge of the bare blocks.
How much certainty can I?
Remembering intelligence that is another.
How much pride can I?
Remaining humility that rests inside.
Am I so right
that they're so wrong?
I’m not quite sure if I still have lungs
I feel like I’m respirating
I still smell
I still feel my chest expand and deflate
I’m still alive
But I don’t feel like I’m breathing
We are taught to think their way or the wrong way
They tell us to think outside their box
Yet
They keep us on leashes and drag us closer to them
"Be creative!" They say
Yet
Together: incessant the potters mold
Us, clods of clay first dug from earth.
A process replete with change; rebirth-
Oscillate the wheel, change the world.
Their hands methodically vertical-
Farming has always been my life,
I grow feasts, down to every crumb.
Day after day, here lays my strife:
People don't know where their food comes from!
If uneducated, agriculture is missed,
Since being a young boy in the hood
My life has never been good
Gunshots at night and standing under streetlights
I told my self I shall rise
If I put in hard work there should be a prize
Since being a young boy in the hood
My life has never been good
Gunshots at night and standing under streets lights
I told my self I shall rise
If i put in hard work there should be a prize
My name is Kaylee Holland. I am a senior at Richland High school. I plan to attend college in the fall and double major in Psychology and Education.
Paying for college is never easy, every time I look at my semester bill, it makes me queasy. The university updates my account day and night, but that remaining balance still is in sight.
This may be belated, but education has stated
that we need it for jobs. Where we rob
the poor for the poorer. Your money's never yours,
it's his and hers and theirs and mine.
You say that's just fine,
When you dream do you believe it once actually happened?
Maybe in a movie, mixed with parts of your reality?
Is it about a dream of your "true love"?
Is it about a dream of a battle you will fight in the future?
If i could change anything
I'd change an essential thing
The American Education System
It may be fit for you but its not fit for them
Hello world
Do you hear me?
Do you see my existence?
Yeah I keep on trying
I’m filling applications
These tests are so bias
Forcing me to take them
Criticizing knowledge
While demeaning
We spend billions of dollars to protect our country, but what's the point if behind the walls is a land that's crumbling?
As I leave my family
Towards a glowing light I cannot look away
I am blinded and cannot see ahead
I hear the great gust of wind trying to push me back.
Yet why do I keep walking forward?
We have come here to these borders
drenched in the sweat and blood of those who have come before us.
They could see far more clearly through their own pain, than we can in our own
We have come here to these borders
drenched in the sweat and blood of those who have come before us.
They could see far more clearly through their own pain, than we can in our own
What dream is not crushed?
What child can blossom?
What has education left,
But a dull set of robotic minds?
Yes ma’am, no sir
The busy hustle across the sidewalks
makes a walk turn into a shuffle.
Going from class to class
is nothing short of a puzzle.
As I make my way through the crowds,
I've never felt so alone.
Reality is but an illusion,
The heart a magician.
The mind is audience,
Shifting like winds of society.
Reality is but an illusion,
Trickery of every kind.
Life
Live it up
Wake up to a new day
And seize it
Carpe Diem
Seize the day
But which day are you really seizing?
Today? Yesterday? Tomorrow?
Will you go and grab next Tuesday?
Transcript......Check
Letters of Recommendation.....Check
Application.....Check
Finances.....Check
Acceptance.....Check
Happiness.....Pending
Every day voices circle all around me
Telling me what I should or shouldn’t be
Why don’t you play with girls’ toys?
Why do you spend so much time with boys?
You should go shopping more with fellow females
Education what I vie forEducation is what's going to make my ultimate goals realitywhile at the same time helping the community and my family.
Our children fall behind
Everyone waits and watches
The politicians don't mind
Making speeches
We preach peace, yet declare war.
We want to end world hunger, yet we toss food on the daily.
We want to attain the best education, yet we are charged more than we can afford.
I am young and willing to succeed
I came from poverty, i come from a family of low self esteem
i come from a neighborhood of crushed dreams
but im faithful and i believe ill succeed
#YOWO you only write once
Need a scholarship to fight funds
Wether you have high or low incomes
College costs a lot
And you have to go if you want to boss a lot
Live on your knees or die on your feet; Abandon your liver or devour your lungs. Love none and have none to love back so will you Die on your knees or live on your feet?
Remember that age of 7
It was so tender
Remember that age of 7
A bandage was a mender.
Those days are long gone
That youthful age
Those days are long gone
Are we even on the same page?
I don't know much about poetry.
When I was in the first grade, I thought it was about rhyme
That was the only thing I knew about it at the time
And that's all that poetry meant to me.
So,
This poetry thing,
It’s not really my deal.
I’ve always been envious of you who can feel.
Who can spell out emotions, be open and raw.
Public school teachers, the backbone of society
Expected to teach our future.
Intercity teachers, strong, necessary
Expected to teach our future,
While students are facing external issues,
You only live once, that's the saying right?
Living in fear of death, it's hard to see the light.
Step forward and embrace it now, I know you can.
Living life to the fullest, take a stand.
Two people embraceIn so peaceful a placeHis head next to hersTo be heard over the surf.Far beneath the ocean waves crashAnd ocean sounds mash
Little children in little clothes
walked into school with eyes closed
and all they ever needed to learn in Kindergarten
went in one ear and out the other.
Teachers smiled and teachers cried.
When I was young, my father always told me
"Son, work hard and one day you'll make much money."
At that time, I was still trying to sustain basic relations
I didn't worry much about public education.
But who's going to love meyou only write once
So make these words count but
When all tears are wiped awaywhen all the scars are fadingwhen the wounds are healing
You only write once
Without music
I think I would lose it.
Music runs through my blood.
I can't live without it.
How will young people know this love
when they can't grasp it?
The opportunity is gone now.
I was always taught to value education,
But how can I value something that generalizes students of color with biased limitations
And failure as the only expectation.
He knocks me onto the floor
Tear drops and lightning break out
I cry out and run to the door
He kicks me and with a shout
What if I told you the world didn't go round,
And that both of your feet are not on the ground.
Would you feel helpless and scared floating around in space,
It starts with...
One thing.
We don't know why,
We never really had a reason not to try.
We kept this inside,
but now is our time.
Now is our time to shine.
All we know...
Yo Teach,
I'm here to turn my life around. Feels so good to have my feet on solid ground
The challenge is...I need a near perfect score
So I can get myself through a solid grad school door
When I think of orientation
I dont immediately think education
when we think of excitement
Camp crimson is synonymous
we are sooner born sooner bred
I shudder as my foot is shaken from the sweet dreams I endured as I slept
A beautiful, peaceful, loving Mexican American girl waking up to her hardworking father’s sweet words “Wake up Baby”
This is her prison cell
These walls are her hell,
Making her go crazy,
Telling her maybe,
This life of bitterness,
Living in this world sometimes disgusts me.
How can I find the beauty in life with all these tragedies.
They tell us to reach for the sky, but life tends to brings us back down.
EducationTo be be educatedIs to be free From a mental prisonWhere the unknownIs lost among the ignorant
I have nine scars on my hand
I am a hard working man
Or at least i thought
Until I met that girl named Jazz
She work two jobs and go to class
Party's hard and never crash
It's true to say,
Every girl has flaws,
And it's true that its displayed
Every guy has been clawed.
But ones for sure,
For me it's a personal tour.
I can say that I've loved
Starting a new chapter every morning
of my life
I seek improvement, reverence and connectivity
MY LIFE!
I walk on thin ice made of doubt...
I get a lot more than i give
So many broken promises
Piled next to the bible on my night stand
Its getting hard to live
When i fall every time i stand
So I'd rather crawl to God's right hand
I can
Once they said I couldn't do it
I believed
They said I was a mistake and
I wouldn't achieve
Are you serious?
Why shouldn't I believe
Haha listen I will never back down
School and Prision
They're one and the same
They change people's minds one day at a time
School and prison
There is no real difference
They both make people want to escape reality
So much rage, we don't know how to be but angry
So much pain, we pry, "please don't let anyone change me!"
In a sea full of people
The church steeples
Rises...
The Hawaiian flag lowered
I scream for life to hear me,
Waiting for my dreams to become reality,
I just want to be heard,
She cries into the nightAs she heads for the skyHer face is full of PainShe has nothing to gain. She cries herself to sleep
I am from the ancient foreign lands of Misawa, Japan
Of the culture that flow haikus embraces the elegance of nature chime,
Born of Mary and Mike who raise me to be an American dime.
I am from grip tapes and paints,
How could this be
Almost every thing makes me feel this way
Plenty of emotions but this one is always the most
People tell me they see this everyday
Oh no!
Not now that it's so late...
There's so much catching up to do.
How exhausting!
What a mess!
How will we ever fix it all?
And Life says,
"Only where entropy exists, do we, too."
You have always been filled with love, warmth and the ability to change anybody's mood. Those deep brown eyes, thick neck, big head, whiskers and lips that tickle with every touch.
I ball hard I swear. I mean to ball everywhere.From B-Ball to football, balling is why I care.
Head dropped, eyes drawn to the ground
A little boy too afraid to make a sound
Blood colors his swollen eye
But still his cheeks remain dry
Laughs echo down the hall
Worsening his never ending fall
The bright ominous light as you leave the warmth and comfort of your mother’s womb
You are spanked as if a reminder you are now a part of society
Society
A strange place isn’t it? – Yes?
I feel so confused right now. I go to school but I feel like such fool. Everyone keeps telling me I'm too hard on myself and I don't beleive it. I should have worked harder, studied harder.
Thank you.
No, really, thank all of you.
In this society with it's walls of condemnation,
For those of us who aren't as great as the best of you,
My cousin Amber
My cousin was Beautiful
My cousin was funny
My cousin was young
My cousin was the best
My cousin can't be replaced
My cousin is gone forever
My cousin was the one and only
Let's all admit:
Reality is boring
What I don't get
Is why life is so corny?
We spend everyday
The exact same way
Either being a bum
Or working away
That's not me
Why is it,
That no matter how hard you try at it,
It's only about the grades today?
No matter if you get it or not
Or what knowledge you've got!
It's only about the grades today.
Happiness is a virtous gift
Life of how we want to live
to breathe and act
with a sense of joy
and happiness
although times change
feelings move swiftly with the wind
bring me back to that day
Not knowing what my future may withold from me
I try my hardest to strive for excellence
I want to be the next to succeed.
not end up on the streets with a heart that doesn't bleed.
I enter the pantry enclosed by rectangular shaped daggers
Sharper than swords, these penetrate the mind
The chef stands adjacent to the board, ready to “teach” the lesson
I don't like using the website that never works.
Nothing happens when a sub is gone.
You can treat us like we're 17, not 5.
Just because we're not paying attention doesn't mean we don't get it.
Teacher's lie when they say "there's no stupid questions!"
Cause when I ask they get mad and yell at me for not paying attention.
We have to sit through hour long lectures,
Ah school school school
Such a famous buliding block for success but all so difficult for the common student
Friendly to those whom meet your standards to the "T" but the source of stress for those who do not
I can’t fully express to you the anger I feel
When you, an “unbiased” educator,
Preach your own gospel about a man you never knew- Shakespeare.
You spew lies across the classroom like throwing knives,
No talking turns into
No singing turns into
No whisling turns into
No humming turns into
No noise turns into
No thinking turns into
No Learning.
We don't talk to annoy you.
You try to teach a fish how to climb a tree,Rather than how it can explore the ocean.
You show a child the multiplication table, Instead of the beauty around them.
Ms. C, my favorite thing about writingIs taking time to really decode it,But in your class I’m frequently fightingWhen you imply that all our thoughts are shit.You lecture us, but last year Ms. K taught.
School is a place where I love to go,
Where I stare at a board so my mind will grow.
I love it so much I could go all year,
Yeah, that's right, no sarcasm here.
I love how I learn just what my teachers say,
Teach them to pass a test,
Teach them to raise their hand,
Teach them there is no future,
For those that form a band.
Teach them to stay silent,
Teach them to sit up straight,
A thousand times I've pictured myself walking across that stage;
Eyes filled with tears and a smile glistening with pride.
I am your darkie.
Your raisin in the sun.
Your guide to trendsy, urban culture;
Your go-to-girl for the 'black perspective'.
A pawn in your game.
You smile in my face, spewing your venom.
And I smile,
You tap your hands on the table, and whisper "I'm waiting"
ignoring the fact that only one student is behaving.
Welcome to my world!
Would you like to meet my friends?
They're on my left wrist,
and they're scabby and red.
Do oyu know who introduced me to them?
How we got to meet?
My ****** should know,
I'm the type of guy
who tries not to say "I"
Because when I saying "I"
is showing too much pr"i"de.
'I' was raised that way
believing there is a link
to the philosophy of my kind
"Teacher, teacher don’t let me down.
For we both hold my future in hand
And don’t let your end hit the ground."
"Teacher, teacher don’t let me slip.
Encourage me to believe that I have skills
I am not a number.
I am not a rank out of my class, which is a bummer.
I am not a number on a four-point scale.
I am not just a student, and I like to rebel.
I am a person.
I'm finally here.
I've waited,
Day after day,
And year after year.
To sit in a class,
Where an instructor is not concerned
With keeping up appearances.
Miss doesn't play Angry Birds.
Always last in Gym Class,
I Never stood a chance in Debate.
Immediately chosen for any Group task,
That science Fair was a piece of Cake.
Teachers love me,
Oh how they praise me.
Others not so much,
i never learned how toregister to vote, or howto save money with mycollege-student budget,
or how not to lose mymind under the pile oftextbooks that sit on mydesk, or my keys for that
Here's a problem to solve:
You're given a set of numbers and rules,
Expected to manufacture meaning from it all.
Deliberating decisions isn't always a choice,
They told me I needed to write a five-paragraph essay.
We took our first standardized tests in third grade.
They taught us what a good sentence was, and what a bad sentence was.
Everyone’s a rebel,
we all want to change the system.
We all shout until our throats are sore
but the government won’t listen.
School funding is paid by
the local property taxes.
We sit counting,
Developing ticks
That
Twitch and match the
Drone
Of an endless day.
While you sit
Towering above our heads,
Preaching from
Black books the idea
When thinking of things I shouldn’t say
To teachers to tell them my feelings
I purse my lips to hold back thoughts
And roll my eyes to the ceiling
If I could tell you how I feel
Ring, ring, ring, the damn tardy bell rings. Sit in your seat or I’m marking you tardy. The words of my 9th grade English teacher still rings in my ear. The bells, the yells, all working on my last nerve. Who was she to tell me what I deserved.
Here's our school spirit
Yeah, you gotta hear it
echoing through the halls.
Dead silence
because filth and violence
are the main events this fall
We represent our lovely school
Hey, you, at the board
With your hands on your hips.
You, in the front,
The lesson on your lips.
Stop. Listen.
Teach me something important,
You said, "email me with your concerns,
I will respond as soon as I can."
It's amazing how far from the truth this is
I am not some unimportant fan.
This matter is important and cannot wait
Teach, Teach ME!We the students screamSpeeches mean nothing to usTeach us the knowledge
We beg to be taught,Not lectured for an eternityEncourage us to learnAND STOP LECTURING US
Like every other day
there she is again
With her baggy eyes, and her cigarrette breath.
She begins lecture in her most monotone voice
Giving sarcastic remarks to inquiring minds-
There are many things
Important things we never
Discussed in the schools
Math, science, English
All are quite fantastic, yes
What about the other things?
Things we didn't learn
This school is really quite great
But there are things that I'd change
I'd start school more late
Starting at 8:07 is pretty strange
Mr.Humphrey is so cute
Everyday he wears a suit
I've lost all care
So much indifference now
I just want to be done
i don't care why or how
You don't understand
What this means to me
This doesn't affect
What I want to be
You on your phone acting as if you dont care
Write down whats in the book while you click like and share
Call us dumb because we dont understand
Tell us we gone end up working a hotdog stand
To say that the classroom is old and dried out isn't much of a stretch. You still get judged on the ideals you're told to fetch. There's no life and no learning.
Everyday it goes like clockwork
through school and back, just to do homework.
And I sit in your class with each passing minute,
Dreading each lecture where I must silently sit.
Dear ProfessorI speakI speak on nothing so you do not hear meI bleedI bleed not blood but knowledge as it boils overI have not reached my full potentialDear Professor
Our education system has got to do better.
I know nothing is perfect, but we can not go on like this forever.
Kids using profanity instead of the intellect God gave them.
Normally, between techer and student, there is a wall
A strained relationship, one absent in Mr. Young's AP Lit,
Thus, there's not really much I can't say at all,
But there is something between us, I'll admit
Sometimes I really just want to scream.
Please tell me this is a horrible dream!
I'm bored out of my mind,
Insanity of a subtle kind,
English.
It's rather absurd
Shouting at knowledge upon the platform of a school auditorium
Where my eyes become translucent and bestow the forbidden truth of the fetus cradled inside the womb of my brain-the bastard child of unused reason
I sit at my desk
I get ready, i'm definitely going to fail this test
My heart pounds
My head drips of sweat
I studied, or at least I tried
I stared at that board and listened to most you said
“You don’t know everything Ms. Johnson!”
“I know everything that goes on in my classroom!”
“Oh you do!?!?! You know all about your students?
Do you know what they deal with outside of these four walls? I don’t think so!”
I woke up today
Feelings were obscured
My tears have not found a way
Out, now I feel void of emotion
I feel empty and blank
Last time I checked I was in college,
paying a whole lot of money to gain some sort of knowledge.
I am surrounded by students who have absolutely no clue,
and teachers who do nothing but preach their world views.
School is not my forte.
Daydreams of melodies frolic through my mind
But the pencil is forced to scribble foreign equations.
Confused. Frustrated. Lost in a tangle of intricate formulas.
i am as sweet as a peach that has fallen from a tree
not because the wind blew but because it was ment to be
i carry intellegence within me, although few people may know,
I’ll tell you one thing about our school
That will probably never change
Whenever anyone tries to stand up
To make a big, real difference
For anything or anyone
They’re shut
Repressed
In sex ed, we learned about STDsand pregnancyand abstinenceand "sexual assault"
(and there is only one kind of rape)
Hypocrite!
Do not lecture me to speak Spanish when you speak English the majority of the class period and make up your own Spanish words. This will not help me when I take the AP test.
why cant i
tell my teacher that
there are more important things than the square root of 247
or that she should truly open her mind
and teach us to do the same?
Today education is no longer an education, but instead a preparation for what is considered a proper roll in society.
And who ever decided what was to be proper or not proper?
All you know is she's so perfect
All you hear are the right answers coming out of her mouth
All you see is her dazzling smile
But what if you really knew her?
Sh*t You can’t say to your teachers
Through a focus I see my future ahead of me,
But I can’t reach my goals unless
My teacher sees the possibilities in me.
I am not a project of this society;
Alarm rings;
get out of bed.
and sort out all my daily tasks
inside of my head.
A million things,
and not enough hours in a day.
Yet I'm sitting in this desk,
You take
my money
and you
fail me
with a
smile.
You praise
my hard-work
and you
fail me
with a
smile.
You smile
at my
pain. You
Education is the confirmation,
that your life after will be grand,
from learning physics to foreign language conjugations,
it leads to jobs in high demand,
many bash education and teachers,
"Who said you can't live forever lied-
Of course, I'll live on, forever I'll, forever I will
Live on.
You can't ever deny my flaws.
I'll live on forever, I'll forever.."
Where will they be when you need them the most...
Where will anyone be when you desire companionship to feel remotely close to another being.
The only voice you will find in the silence
Dear teachers,
Do not frown
When some of your students are not honor bound
There is something that needs to be inferred
When it comes down to learning
Students learn in a varying pace
Tick tock tick, the teacher drones on mindlessly about something you will never use and is irrelavent to your life. All they care about is that you pass the big test. They don't care if you actually learn something.
Another worksheet that I will not need past high school.
Yeah, I understand that school is not meant to be “cool.”
But how is the Pythagorean Identity going to better my life?
Education has stopped being about the students
If this insults you
and you think we should apologize for our rudeness
Then we are glad we have grasped your attention
I am just another dollar for attendance
My first tardy, my first warning
though you can see on your screen
my record is cleaner than your desk.
First
Its your first year teaching,
Dear Mr. American History:
Your tie: red white and blue,
representing the noose of oppression you pledge yourself to.
It is Education
We need it
But we do not get it
We thrive in it
But we are still leen
Our Education can not be seen.
A dream is not something to take lightly
A dream is not something to parade around
A dream is something to hold close to your heart for fear someone may steal it
A dream is something your heart knows you need
If I had a dime for every time
I've head a student say,
"I could have just stayed home from school today,"
I could pay for my college tuition.
And I always used to wonder how
Never say "im tired",
there is no excuse.
Never say "my dog ate it",
because that is over used.
Never say "your wrong",
that is not right.
Never say "can i leave?",
because its not even night.
Everystudent by Destani Jewett
Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away,
Lived a creature, Everystudent was its name.
Now the people in this kingdom cared for none else,
We are big boys and girls.
We know where we're going in life.
We don't need to know about the weight you lost over break.
We just need what will get us an "A".
We need help when we ask for it.
Every Sunday
she worries what the week will bear,
scared and nervous,
not wanting to go back there.
Watching quietly as the teachers let it happen,
no one will say a word,
Teachers ask you if you're okay
Do they really care?
No.
You're gone a couple of days
You fail a test
You look exhausted
Do they really care?
No.
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 student, she's a C student, and he's a failure.
I came for an education,
Hoping to show my appreciation
For known and unknown creations,
But now I’m faced with the frustration
Of being stripped of my imagination
And stuffed with meaningless information
Education is something that you need to have
A definate must with the impending reality of the world going from good to bad.
There are a lot of people in the world who don't understand
you know what I hate?
when teachers do that fake laugh
it goes something like this:
they tilt their head back
open their mouth so wide that
no rain within a 2-mile radius can escape
Kids are becoming thugs,
don't you see them doing drugs?
See them, smell them, almost taste it on your tongue.
I am but a boy
As normal as a polka-dotted tree
One may see me as odd
Though there's nothing wrong with me
Yet if you ask some schools
How to handle a boy such as I
I love education but hate school. Call me ungrateful but it's true. Honesty is the closest thing I have to sanity. I have to be honest with myself or else no one will. I have to break this cycle of struggle and pain.
The world is a wasteland
Rebuild among destruction
Find hope in the rubble
Of the mounds of dirt and sorrow
Freethinking has been revoked from our minds
Standardization has assumed control
I simply don't understand
Why teachers can steal teaching content from online
Why teachers can take teaching content from McGraw Hill
or Pearsons
We aren't allowed to take
pieces
of
content
Kids, teens, youg adults, we are not all the same.
Not in our ability to learn nor our in our ability to remember what we've learned.
So why,
I am at a lost
Striving to be creative
After being taught to filter
After having my mistakes stigmatized
My originality unsuitable for the classroom
My voice silenced in my own education
The lessons, the homework, the sleepless nights, so much noise. All while trying to keep on a smile with poise?
A girl is dreaming bout the day she won't wake up screaming
How can she feel like drowning while everyone else is beaming?
Perfect family, perfect body, they're all cheating
We teach our words so simple, this is how they soundWe tell the world to listen, expect a smile or frownWe think we know what's right, but often overlookedThe choice of which to choose, while writing our own books
So me and my statistics teacher have this thing where I ask something, and he gives me a sarcastic answer. Yeah, it's not funny.
"Hey Mr.Jones, can I use the bathroom?"
Whatever makes you happy Treasure.
Sunshine floods her window,
And seems to be,
The only brightness in her day.
It's all routine.
I stand upon the dais,
A pedestal of upright intentions, paving a highway to the sweltering lake, set-ablaze.
I bare flesh to be branded, and awaits, a dossier,
tears shed through our eyes of innocence all of which we cannot see
our passion and demon minds have not yet to perish
but grow a stronger flame
our thoughts so powerful and true its a beautiful tragedy we live in
Welfare! Welfare!
Give me Welfare!
Child one, two, three!-that's three thousand dollars for me!
I'll sit at home and watch TV
Forget my children and let them be
I seem so sad
What I'm doing is so bad
A misplaced smirk sneaks onto my face
as I enter the sea-foam walls
of my tenth-grade Spanish class.
I remember last year,
collecting coveted A’s on crisp paper
as my older classmates
An idea pops into your head.
It roams around speaking of great dreams, they seem real.
Every time those eyes close, the darkness comes, that life comes to life.
The time is here
Its the start of a new year
All schools are preparing
For children to being with their horse playing
Teachers are saying that learning is key
But all we know to argue and ask why?
I.
I believe.
I believe in.
I believe in higher ed.
I believe in higher ed.
Education is the backbone of our society,
Showing the path to the future emphatically.
The sh*t you can't say to your teachers...
Is the sh*t that you say in the bleachers.
It has nothing to do with the teacher's lesson
So pay attention when class is in session.
We know the seduction of a harsh word
Like we know the succubus-like tendencies
Of pressure.
The do-its are like Loreley
Singing our ship against the winds
And we stroke
And we stroke
I can't stand the thrum of them
constantly flash flooding the room again
with the sound of their dissappointments in the young generation
we are meant to simply fix the world with their inspiration
I sit here in this classroom thinking about what I could do
if I would do,
Melancholy math is all I do,While I lie in bed thinking the hours through.Three to nine, thats eight hours right?Sleeping in the afternoon, not the night.Sleep deprived all of the time.
All I hear is speaking in a monotone voice,
sitting here with my elbows crossed 'cause I have no choice.
My summer days were filled with sunshine and carefree living,
while sitting in this classroom gives me a chilling.
They say that this is how my body should look
My hips, like this
My breasts, like that
My legs can’t be too thin or too thick,
My stomach should be flat, and my bottom round
Say Something
Rebecca-Lin Talmadge
They say this is good for us
This place will be our home
But they don't warn you of the hate you will face
Every class you go to
There's a fool
Who don't know nothing about school
Be Quiet! is always what the teacher say
However these fools are all about play
They don't realize that life is full of suprises
Sometimes in school I hear the remnants
Of an orchestra concerto
But then I shake my head and think to myself,
‘This can’t be so!’
Excuse me, ma'm
but I would greatly appreciate it
if you could update my grades
before the second coming.
I know. You have a life:
Lots of Starbucks to show up late with
Education is the goal, of students in the fold. We strive for excellence, but are oft left behind for indulgence!
You call yourself teacher
Yet, do you truly teach?
You call yourself teacher
Yet, do you do as you preach?
You call yourself teacher
Yet, I've learned nothing from you
Not why the grass is green
Society has told her she is fat.
But, she is beautiful.
She is only average, her teacher said that.
But, she is a genius.
Her peers think that she has no friends.
i go to school for an education
not for frustration
not for confusion
not for persuasion
not to pressured into making bad decisions
not to be yelled at by aggravated teachers
Never have I seen such great perfectionThe only thing I need is your affection.That smile of yours "could end wars and cure cancer"To all my worries you're the answer.
Ever gave someone your all and felt like its not enough. when you cry at night and feel like no one understands. and its like you been on the same rollercoaster so many times. and your tired but the more you try to get off the harder it gets.
An intelligent man once told me to get an education.
An educated man once told me to save every penny, one day i might need it.
An intelligent man once told me the difference between black and white.
Listening to your Whopper of a lessonCopying notes from the King
When your teacher tells you your skirt is too short
or your top is too low
and you know
that when you walk into math class,
the reason your raised hand is getting ignored
isn't 'cause you're stupid,
Take high school seriously
Wouldn’t want the smart people giving you sympathy
Young women have more pride
Be classy or be nothing, darlings you decide
Pregnant teenagers popping babies
Your voice is a scarf
and I can’t help but feel warm
as it wraps around me.
You’re an invigorating interval
I can only take so many tests
And do so much homework
I can only read so many books
And care about so many grades
People are dying
And kids need help
Education and medical care
Dear Teachers,
WE THE STUDENTS are not walls that you can throw something at and hope to make it stick.
A Teachers should teach, not sit behind a desk while a student passes out packets for us to do.
Shuffled through, mingled voices, cattle
Not even a name, not even a face, only a body
Not boys, not girls, not women, not men.
Not even students.
We are just a meager obstacle to the next paycheck
Just one second, please.
The slashes and dashes of that velvet red pen
Its pretty intimidating, how your life is judged based off of
A grade
The number of check marks
The percentage.
I'll always remember a cold snowy morning in December.
I awoke before seven and ran down stairs and sat by the pine tree.
The students
Walk down the hallway
And toss the
Vagrant's gold
On the ground
Meanwhile
The man leans
On his broom
And eyes humanity
With a sordid look
I was always told to dress the part so
I put on my costume.
A white collared shirt,
A skirt to my knees
And a mask of a forced smile
Along with a face covered in pounds of makeup,
I used to wear my heart on my sleeve, but they told me that it was against the dress code.
The little numbers that indicated "good behavior" on my grade report made me shudder, nails in the coffin of a complacent existence.
Did you know I have dreams, hopes and goals, a wish?
I'm sure you did- doesn't everybody have ambitions to admit?
But did you know I can't manage to look past my wrists?
Anthony Williams
Who am I ?
Who am I ?
Sometimes I wonder, but why?
Judged by people I don't know
They judging off information they don't know.
They say those who cant do, teach. Well you are not exactly proving them wrong.You assume that because I'm the student and you're the teacher that I'm automatically at fault.
A rose in its petals
holds knowledge and beauty.
But when held by hands of curiosity,
thorns break skin,
and hands become discouraged.
And hands clench fists.
And fists lack knowledge.
I wish I could tell my teachers no.
Yeah, you read right, no.
No, I don't care about the stupid coefficient of friction
no, i dont care about at what angle a plane need be falling at in order to land
We all got the same mentality
Quit school, do your thing, be what you want to be
But no one wants to put the work in
No one has the courage to go against the government
Number One, you crack down with your whip,
but smile everyday.
You bring me into a world which I love,
A world that makes me think and makes me wonder.
Professors claim we lazy and just don’t get it
Nah sir, that point? You done missed it.
It’s a scary time to be young, black, and gifted
The frame of picture we was supposed to paint done shifted
Working together is what we should do,
Giving a helping hand can be more than you think.
Speaking of our goals and how to achieve them makes a difference.
Energy is formed from within ourselves to strive for them.
In the absence of a father she's naive.Subject to believe anything that a man says.Subject to looking for love in all of the wrong places.Subject to giving her love, in more ways than one, too soon.
Education is not pencils.
Education is not tests.
Education is not classrooms.
Education is more.
Education is not principals.
Education is not schools.
Education is not teachers.
Dear teacher I wish you would teach the kids the why’s behind what you say.Dear teacher I wish you would show the kids how they should behave a certain way.Dear teacher I wish you would stand up for what you believe.
My english teacher,
(A brilliant man, really),
He likes to tell us that all subjects are connected.
Obviously such distinct lines
Drawn between subject classes
Are unneccessary and hinder.
My lungs don't work well, but my brain does,
And with my brain I dream and dream!
In these dreams I can see my future.
However, my brain does not sing.
I sang for you - or was it for a grade?
Teacher, teacher your curriculum is whack,
you give me so many assignments I have panic attacks.
Teacher, teacher you treat us like fools,
you talk down to us like we’re in preschool.
Two years ago,
Seems like a blip on my life’s radar.
Got conned into this four year plan,
Apparently that’s just how things are.
Moved into a residence hall,
Expecting a sense of support from the school.
Seven periods, one break, almost ten hours in school!
The lesson is fast, my brain is now slow, an almost incompetent tool.
The day has begun,
we are in period one,
Damn, nine more hours to go.
The right to an education,
Is guaranteed.
To everyone.
This means that we are all,
On even ground in school.
And have equal opportunities to learn
And excel in our studies.
But just where
Damn Ma! That ass is-
Pause.
I hade a dream-
pause.
Where's your salary-
pause.
Broke B*-
pause.
I'm right, you're-
pause.
Your shirt is see thr-
pause.
Here's your assignment, wake up early, sleepy ass.
Here's your assignment, figure this math out, stupid.
Here's your assignment, write this essay, dummy.
Here's your assignment, read this book, retard.
Dear Teacher of mine,
I have a few questions I would like to ask you.
You always told me to ask questions when I had them.
Funny how whenever I try to ask you,
you never seem to answer,
Dear Teachers That Suck,
You see me sit in silence
You see me (try to) ace your class
You see me waving to you in the halls
You see me suck up
You think I'm too nice to be angry
Shouts from every direction
He stands there repeating
Repetition Repetition
Quit he say
But do they LISTION
What is control
What is this room really for
life. life is a chanllage everyone must face.
some good some bad. life can change in an instant.
life can go both ways wether you want it to or not.
life at times can be a bit of a mystery.
Time is all I have...
Don't waste it.
In this age of
instant lights
buttons that gratify
Inefficiency in busywork grates on my Instacultured mind.
Please
I am not okay
And I don't have the energy
All of it's exhausting
It's not that I'm not trying,
But that I can't seem to care.
Notes and tests and quizzes and books
It's all just way too much
When you spend your life with someone
You gain a special feeling of respect.
That feeling is what I’ve found in you
I am from the Rockies moutain,
from tall buildings to small houses,
I am from the branch of Carmen and Clemente,
from glue and paste to crayons and markers,
I am the Jaquez blood i carry,
Missus Teacher,
I understand you have tenure
You cannot get fired no matter what job you do
You can sit at your desk all day
As you do.
You can hand out worksheets
As you do.
I’m sitting there looking
Your teaching
I can’t keep up with your book keeping
It’s confusing, but you keeping going
I can’t tell my teacher
A whole lot of shit
I think about it all day long and I’d never say it
I can’t tell my teacher
his class makes me feel safe
"I'll be fresh as hell with the feds watchin..."
2 Chainz provided me with my theme song for the week I was incarcerated.
The Deans of Students decided that I was suddenly a criminal.
I walk into his room,
notes from class unerased on the white board,
and Mr. Frits still sitting at his desk.
I hesistate for a second...standing in the doorway,
But then he lifts his head and notices me,
Rest your head, darling.
Let your body sink into the soft bed of green.
Open your eyelids ever so gently,
Just enough to see the stars.
What do you see, darling?
Do you see it all?
Living life as a teen is hard
sometime it feels like I'm suck in a brick yard
I try to look through it but that wall is not invisable
To be honest its my parents acting like the wold is transmissible.
America the great is what they sayWhere my children are shot down every dayWhen all they want to do is playAmerica the great what does this mean?
I am bored.
My life is nothing
But school work
And people.
The people only serve to make me feel lost in a sea of faces.
I am erased.
The color in my soul dulled
I find myself watching the class,
As a spectator looking from the outside
I see so many hurting people, everywhere
The girl full of sass,
Is really dying inside
Insatiably stalked by haunting perceptions
Mental insecurities cause collections of indiscretions
Bleak emotions are psychological assassins
As I walk through the hallways everyday,
I am completely surrounded.
I am overwhelmed by a sea of strange people and faces,
Though some are familiar, I always have nothing to say.
Shakespeare? Why do we have to read Shakespeare? Everyone is going to die in the end, everyone knows that.
Pop quiz over Beowulf? I didn't even read the story?!
Do we have to spend two weeks on alphabetical filing?
You look at us.
You know our names,
But you don't know who we are.
We're more than assigned seats
and late papers.
We're hopes,
and dreams,
and wishes on a star.
Eligibility to do something
Means you have the credentials, right?
All the right things for something
Life is like a girl with mood
Swings you love her but sometimes you hate her
She is sweet and warm
But at times she can be as cold as a winters breeze
She is full of mysteries that you can explore
Is it really necessary for a school to make it a rule for students to learn advanced classes
While everyone speeds on by in the class I'm one of the few who just hopes he passes
Kindergarten came and went,
luckly my transcripts were just sent.
The teachers bashed and yelled for us to learn
but really at the end all my papers were burned.
Some mean and some strange
You just need to last until the break
cramming for your GPA's sake
You twitch and you cringe and you tweak
and crack and you break and you freak
You learn for the moment, not for retention
Miss Doctor Professor Mrs. Teacher Mister,
Can I show you how much your class means to me
20 years from now?
Let me get up and walk out the door
Because every second that hangs himself, by his big red hand,
Yes you do a lot for us
But do you really care that much?
To help your students find their way
Assist them with their future days?
Teachers, counselors, principals too
Will you help us with our future?
Your glare matches those of the evilest sinners
convincing us, we'll never be winners.
Disregarding our souls desires,
building an electric fence of tangled wires.
So tell me?
The teachers see me
But they don’t see me
To them I am
Another desk
Another essay
Another test
I don’t want to feel like a statistic
I want you to at least
Attempt
Little girl
don’t listen to that mean voice,
little girl
suicide isn’t the only choice.
Little girl
Teachers better start caring
About what their students know.
Instead of teaching just for the grades
Of the students—it's all a big show.
When you step out of the class room,
The School is full of shit
Students can't say what they want
All they are taught is to take a sit
The school is full of misogony
Girls can't talk about things that make men "uncomfortable"
Trust worty as a Strawberry Tree
Innocent as a tattoo
Never the confiteor, never the shame-faced
Its been 12 school years,and i've been looking at these same ole' boys and gals'.Looligagging up and down these same ole' halls.These same ole' teachers who know thatthey don't care at all.
You tell me that you’re “Not going to play this game”
What the hell does that mean? You’re declining nonexistent invitations to nonexistent games now?
NOT going to play.
And they say that you’re not crazy.
Cookie cutter classrooms with egg shell wallsMonotone voices echo in the hallsChalkboards are gone, replaced by projectorsShunned like the math club’s pocket protectors
You’ve been through school
So why don’t you see?
A plethora of your students
Have been bullied many times previously?
What about the kid in the back row
Who is always so quiet?
Calm down take a breath...
there isn't much to say society is becoming the victim while the rest of the world is a dictator.
telling you how to dress and play the game of life.
I want an A in this class
(before registeration)
Im going to earn an A
(first day of the semester)
Im going to get an A
(during midterms)
I deserve an A
(check grades after finals B)
Study tonight,
so you'll be bright,
get the answers right,
to soar at new heights.
Come into school,
wipe off your drool,
sharpen your pencil,
it's your only machine tool!
I’ve spent so much of my life trying to conform to what others want me to be.
To the stereotypes, the expectations, the judgments.
And at the end of the day,
You see a Face,
A Statistic
A Number
Another name on a list.
But I am MORE
-A Person.
once upon a time
I liked to press
my fingers
into the sides of my neck
because it helped keep me quiet
when I heard all the bad
trying to sneak into my brain
but as I grew
and grew
I don’t understand
“It’s not that hard,”
You say.
“It should be simple,”
You demand.
“You’re smart. Figure it out,”
You yell.
But, really, tell me;
I wouldn't open up to you if I could...
I wouldn't give you a chance even if others say I should...
Hey teacher, I've got something to say
I want to tell you about stuff I see each day
You need to change a lot, but i know you can do it.
There's a lot to cover, so i'll get right to it.
Every day
There I sit
In a room filled with idiots
No one listens, they all talk
Teachers tell me to focus
All I wanna do is walk
Straight out the door
Down the hall
I have other classes besides yours
Oh
And band
Key Club
Student Council
Choir
Track
And a job
You want this project turned in tomorrow?
Let's see if it fits in my schedule
I step in the room and your at my throatIt's only your's I want to chokeI'm stressed out but I don't shoutI go straight to my seat and not pout
I cannot write an essay about myself, and this is why
I do not find myself that interesting,
And I certainly don’t have the time
I cannot write about my accomplishments
My many nonexistent prizes and awards
You might be a great human being,
but you shouldn't be teaching
specially if your strength
isn't the subject you are attempting.
We all ask you questions.
Do you answer them?
I am a listener; Talk fluently so I can comprehend.
I am a writer; Make out your statements, so that they be clearer.
I am a studier; Assign me the exact topics to look over.
I look around me,
and everything is changing.
We are growing up, don't you see?
We are actually aging.
Yes, we are in high school
Junior year to be exact
Reality will hit soon though,
The homework papper cuts us dry,
sitting in your office to hear you cry.
guess nobody wore cloths today,
i did'nt join in,
they called me gay.
kids ask me "you got somthin to say?",
Scholar won't you school me,
or will you leave me dumb?
Teacher won't you teach me,
or shall I hold my tongue?
Instructor, instruct me,
before I start to shout!
Lecturer, lecture me,
Teacher Teacher, do you see us as passing faces?
Another year another set of faces?
Don't you want to know more?
More about us?
Like how Miranda's mother tells her she's worthless?
The first day of school was fun
Other classes turned in book reports, but we did none
We got to know you and you seemed pretty cool
You think you are so powerful teaching at a school, but in reality it just makes you look like a fool. Telling kids what to do left and right, how about you just take a hike.
Sit up straight, chin up, eyes straight ahead.
I feel like I'm in a pageant instead of a place of higher learning.
I've been here only a few months, but at times my spirit is filled with dread.
Education is sort of like a loose screw, attached to a failing machine that tomorrow might turn on and we’ll all find out doesn’t work anymore. Here, let me clarify.
The desk is neat; the coat's unseen
No teacher there - high five!
You cheer, you applaud, it's a happy scene
As you wait for the sub to arrive.
Who will it be this time,
Mr. Strict or Mr. Nice?
I stroll into the room only a second after the bell,
And before I can even get all the way in, she's giving me hell!
I'm like Teach, Miss, I get what you're saying
Young minds, Greater minds
Sometimes a little hard to find
Steadfast and they infuse
Thoughts full of voice and and full of virtue
Young Dreamers, Eyes open
Always awake to this world, Never miss a moment
Dear Mrs. Wonderful,
I would jut like to say,
Thank You.
Thank you for listening.
Thank you for teaching me.
You saw things no one else saw.
You didn't ignore them.
I can say that I'm struggling.
That everyday is a challenge to get out of bed
To face a world that is so dead set against students.
When my teacher stresses, I stress.
And when I stress I mess
Up my work, I can't think straight.
I love to learn but that will have to wait
For the tests to be over.
The echo of a snicker.
My feelings their biggest conquer.
Emotional hurt they prefer.
Poking at me,
That memory still showcased.
Authority refused to see.
Now they hide behind cyberspace,
From the time we are born, we learn.
We learn to walk, speak, eat.
We learn right from wrong.
Roses are red,
Violets are purple
The teacher does nothing when i get a "purple nurple"
I scream, i cry,
The teacher ignores me with a deep, long sigh
And, yet when i try to tell her
The things he did
What can't I say to my teacher?I can say everything.But I don't.
There are few phrases that kids cannot speak.
We all know the new slang and new hip terms,
but we don't know "help." and "can you explain".
Those are our forbidden phrases.
I didn't ask to be different.
Didn't ask to be this way
Some people find me brillant
Others shove me away
I didn't ask to be "abnormal"
To have my mind work like it does
Bananas are like
a summers moon
soft, yet bright,
colorful
and
delicate.
They are edible boomerangs.
A magnificent fruit
inside
a single peel.
Its peel is its
I was told a mind is a bad thing to waste. Yet of those minds why must the blocking of teacher salary be minimum to the ever so clever oil driller or rather dead lined jobs?
Teachers we want your attention,
We want no busy work in class,
We want inspiring lectures,
and clear instructions like glass,
We need more answers,
answers to our questions,
What, you may ask, bothers me about school?
Well, first I will tell you it’s not really cool
How every damn day I get out of bed
And do the same old thing; I’m caught on a sled.
To gain one's respect, you must first show respect.
Whether you are a teacher or student, you mustn't select.
Age is not a limit but people tend to forget.
When you forget respect, you will live in regret.
Its only 12 years,
They try to bend your thoughts and fears.
From day one with crayons and glue,
To graduation day saying adieu.
Just trying to get me through,
Dear Teacher I am listening
I can hear all that you say
And when I put my head down
Dreams don't whisk me away
I'm still here in this classroom
Teacher, oh dear, there's something i've been meaning to tell you all year
I'd call you a b*tch, but that's rather mundane
maybe a scullion, but alas, it's arcane
Standing at attention
in front of their white background
to yell and scream
with hopes that you will reach me
That you will reach the depths of my mind
in time.
Education
School
Future
These three words not only make chills go down more than half of Americas students
But also chills down the spines of their parents
Ms. Walker, why must you lecture the whole entire class for one student’s wrongdoings?
Why must you badger the whole entire class with that particular instance?
Dear Elementary School teachers,
It has been years since we have spoken
Since you let me slip away into the system
Forgot me, and my talents
Ignored what I couldn’t do.
Well I am no longer that kid,
I'm A good Student I'm a Bad Student
I have good grades and easy A's I have bad grades with no A's
i have to wonder where they're going with all of this.
Enough with radical equations and notations
And teach us about the struggles of life
Teach us about business plans and their relations
And educate us on how to survive the night
I MUST BE IN THE WRONG CLASS BECAUSE,
This wont help me,
I want to study audio and most of my core classes wont help me to become wealthy,
Four years of math?
How can you have said all the things you have said,
done the things you have done,
implied the things you have implied?
Your words, so comforting and kind
are all lies.
Lies.
You tell us to prepare for college
And cram our brains with useless knowledge
That won't help us in our lives
Won't help us support our wives
Why am I learning about pre-calculus,
We all sit in a desk
Whether we want to or not,
Learning things that you think we 'ought
To know. But are we really learning?
Studying and memorizing things.
I know why the caged bird sings.
We, the "Responsible Young Adults,"
Dear Professor,
Dear Instructor,
Dear Educator,
You say each day,
With your sinking skin, your greying hair,
That life’s not fair
As if we young, jaded souls
Had no idea -
Shit you can’t say to your teacher?
It should be titled Shit I Should Say
Math teachers working out polynomial equations and over exaggerated problems of how Bill bought twenty-three hundred apples;
Sierra lived in a nice house
Nice family,
nice clothes,
All the things most kids want.
Sierra chose to go down the wrong road
Drugs,
Life is fragile,
Life is cold,
Life is short,
Or so I’ve been told and told.
I’ve been taught,
I’ve been educated,
I’ve learned,
Soon I’ll have graduated.
He's tall and dark,
I'm short and light,
reverse racism is still racism,
it just isn't right,
I can’t stand it.
Everyone thinks that they know better,
But they don’t.
I actually find it quite interesting. This provocative idea of perfect education.
You say that we need to know the things that we learn, they're important to graduate, you were quite stern.
I know it's Monday
You always say that
But you don't know
My Saturday
I have a life outside of this classroom.
Maybe I went to a funeral
For someone who died
Far too young
When I sit in your class
Concentrating hard,
Your goal is aparent,
Only to bombard.
Questions then statements,
Rude and nice,
Don't tell me to be
"As quiet as those mice".
i am not a single letter.
i am not a number.
so why do you assign me these things
that constitue my "success"?
i am more than one letter in a report card.
i am more than a number in the class rank.
Don't hold back on your teachings.
You are to make me learn.
Don't complain to me that you're not making enough money for this.
Be my tutor.
Let me understand every detail of this subject.
Classes are divided into three kinds of student
There's the group that causes trouble, that's their only intent
You look on
at the cataclysmic phenomena we call
"bullying"
And your eyes see nothing,
blind to the quips He shoots at His known inferior.
He is almighty, His omnipotence hypnotizing even you,
Measure the lines tangent to the bags under my eyes;There you will find the accurate slopeOf how quickly or slowly depending on how you look at itMy energy is decreasing.
463 names written on the library walls older than
you and all you have to
offer the world is a low GPA and an even lower self-depricating mind?
What a way to exist, my dear
He cannot teach math but he expects us to learnHe makes lame jokes, and pretend we all having funWhen I need help, he tells me "go look it up, son"Are my parents' tax money paying for none?
Every day I go to work
I'm training to be
something that'll make them look good
Make them look great
I find myself looking at the clock every 5 minutes.
Somehow, the amount that I've learned doesn't match the time that's passed.
Maybe the clock is broken...
Or maybe the curiculum is broken...
They act like I have no life, and the only thing important is to learn what they teach,
When there is a weekend they add more homework to my life sucking away my time like a leech,
The things you teach you've been taught yourself. You pass down knowledge hoping more will be added to it. But have you ever let us teach you? Have you ever listened too what we had too say?
Motivation is lost
Carelessness is found
Education isn't seen as a merry-go-round
to my students and my teachers.
What is fun in a classroom?
Frustration builds and I'm kicking myself
I've procrastinated on the project again, and my anxiety rises
I only do this to myself because, I have anxiety issues
Due dates only make it worse
Mechanical,
Hand and pencil,
Slides and skids,
No thought.
Motor neurons overriding associations.
What am I learning?
Nothing.
Busy work,
Notes,
No hands-on,
I didn't sign up for these seven hour days
All my time spent in school - none left to play.
Looking around the small cluttered room
at the thirty four kids crammed into this tomb.
I didn't sign up for this.
I am afraid
Afraid to raise my hand
Afraid to even try
I am smart, just not as smart as my classmates
I know i am smart, I just take a longer time comprehending
I stare at the teacher’s desk as I walk in class one cold winter morning
Messy desk it was, full of files and ungraded papers with no teacher attending it
High School, a place of pity, I ask the teacher "are you listening",
Tick Tock
Tick
Tock
The seconds drag by
Are you still talking?
Tick Tock
Tick
Tock
God I want to leave
But I'm glued to the chair
From pre-k to twelfth grade,
we are taught to keep quiet, raise our hands, and be nice to everyone.
I know my abc's and my 123's,
but not the essentials.
As a senior in high school,
Like Usual, I wake up at 5:15
5:15 for what?
Yes, you've guessed it -School
How would I ever like this thing called school after having to wake up so early daily?
I'm not a morning person
We are not clay
That you have to mold
Into a shape you desire
No, we are more like flowers
That need love and care
Guided by a hand
So we can grow on our own
What would I say?
If I could say it all.
I would say....
The class is a bore, nothings new nothings different
This class is a snore, its monochrom, monotone, a robots drone
Teachers always say that they are people, too.
Then, how about you act like people.
By the way, you should also shower now and then.
Teachers say they’re always available for extra help.
"They just don't know."
I thought to myself,
"They just don't understand it."
"If only they knew
that there are few
who have this gift and cherish it."
Many see school as quite a bore.
War.War within myself,War surrounds me.Inside I'm freedom,but self-made bonds are magnetizing me.
There are four lobes that make up the human brain.
The frontal, parietal, occipital, and temporal all work to keep us sane.
We all go to school from 8 til 3 hoping to fill those lobes,
There are four lobes that make up the human brain.
The frontal, parietal, occipital, and temporal all work to keep us sane.
We all go to school from 8 til 3 hoping to fill those lobes,
Students have issues.
We spend our days sitting in class rooms,
and our nights working minumum wage jobs.
Some of us live on our own,
and others don't have a home at all.
We have needs,
"Stand up," you say
"You'll use this someday"
But that day never comes for T. Gray
They called her whore, and
you heard all of this
Yet you ignored it because ignorance is bliss
"Stand up," you say
"You'll use this someday"
But that day never comes for T. Gray
They called her whore, and
you heard all of this
Yet you ignored it because ignorance is bliss
We have dreams and aspirations, you guys are just here to get us to those places. Success is the main key, but how are we suppose to reach success without honesty?
its that time of class when your books are stacked on your desk and they have been there for 5 min. already
your eyes have been glued to the clock and your friends start to get ansty.
A gateway toward another world
a brighter, better future.
A simple silence conquers the world
and leads to more conclusive,
evidence of brighter minds
and sharper clarification
In a sea of fish,
You are the sand.
On Christmas day,
you are the socks my mom bought for us.
In an orchard of peaches,
The questions are strong
Our life seems long
For who do you teach
As we learn with little breach
We debate on meaning
The arguements never leaning
Time slowly ticking past
Lines, graphs and shapes are traced,
Vocabulary words are cut and paste,
Color in the elements and their atomic mass,
High school has taught me lessons
Both small and significant
I have met people like myself
Hopefully one day I'll benefit
I've networked and networked, trying to find the help that I need