ShitYouCantSayToYourTeacher
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What's the point of even trying anymore?
I’ve lost the fight
And I don’t give a crap about you
I came to you when things were bad.
the jokes, the names,
Retard. Fag. Pussy.
I came to you. My mentor, my leader.
But you walked away.
I just needed to toughen up.
As I walk down the halls in the prison known as school
I see the clown kissing the cheer queen
I see the Bull pushing the next Einstein down the hollowed stairs
I see the Brick walls creating corners of the prison cells
You have a PhD, but somehow there are 10, yes TEN full pages of errors in your book, but you didn't tell us that until the end of the final! No wonder almost everyone in the class is failing.
The way you tell me to take out my pencil
To write down the question and find the answer
Your tone of voice and the look in your eyes
I can tell you don't think I'm an adult.
The law may say I am not
Administration claims to be unbiased,
“Everyone will succeed.”
That may be true;
But, not by the likes of you.
And the Award goes to,
We mutter a name under our breath.
I look around
At the school halls.
And I think to myself,
"This is hell."
The teachers are boring,
The students are dramatic,
No one understands my struggle.
Stuff you can't say to your teacher is...
hello your class is very boring
& half of your class is snoring
You're not teaching the material right
& I hate the way you write
Your breath really smells
Hello teachers, principals, and staff,
This is our time, our mind, our thoughts,
Now step back.
Sit down, pay attention, focus
He sits at his desk
night and day.
He reads from the monitor
its boring I say.
He looks up
and with a monotone face
he opens his mouth
its sexist today.
I wish to put him away
You think you know it all
A certificate on the wall means nothing
If you can't see what's in front of your eyes
The smiling faces of your students are just a facade
You see the smile plastered on her lips, dripping a story with a twist. Lies escape with every phrase, across your ears. You believe it's the truth she's laid. She seems like the perfect student, perfect girl; every strand without a curl.
I wandered around for as long as I could rememberSpring, Summer, Fall, WinterOops! Did I just messed up on the sequence of seasons?Oh yes I did! Now what can you do to me,O great teacher?
Mixtures of browns
Mixtures of greens
Smells of nature
Smells of safety
All rush by
As I bolt by
Bolt down this path
Dirt on my feet
Dust clouds behind me
No bird sings
It may be your classroom,
It may be your class,
But it's our education,
And it's our future,
We tell you over and over,
Still you never listen,
What if your way, isn't our way?
We are voiceless.
Our feet are turned to iron.
We're lobbed into a torrential river
Of expectations.
Ideals. They say,
“The perfect child is ours.
“No flaws here.
Teachers don’t work hard nowadays
Rather than focus on education
They focus on my grades
I may have passed your damn class
I've started out the day todaySitting in my math class.But all that I can seem to noticeIs a flaw in my necklace.
Why are you so worriedAbout that girl that's texting?Why should her conversationStop me from learning?Why don't you just let her beAnd teach the other students?Why do you insist on always
A desk has reason on its surface
But not always do they deserve us.
We project our feelings and our distaste;
We act like learning is all a race
But we can trust, if all else fails
The freaks come out at night.
I know that’s what they say.
But you’ll surely be affright
When you see creepers during the day.
Sure, you’ve heard of creepers
Lurking here and there,
I've never known fear like the day I found my sister's cuts.
When she was younger, she was abused by her peers.
It seems like a girl can't be tall
or a little overweight,
without being targeted.
Sheltered.I had no choiceIn the high school I attendedI am Catholic;Therefore, to a Catholic Ladies' schoolI shall go.
Sweaty palms and the nervous biting of my nails
let me just start by saying that i hate pop quizzes
Confused looks on my face don't mean i am stupid
Forget this
Uncanny promblems you give me
Can't comprehend what you're even talking about
Kill me dead, I know I did the homework
Thank God I have a year left
The school year has begun
And my head is in a twirl
300 days until I’m a graduated girl.
But those numbered days
Will be full of pain and doubt
“The source is from my teachers,”
I think as I pout.
It's already 12 o'clock in the morning and I still have that essay to write.
Do I finish graphing linear equations or study atomic structure?
"Why didn't you do your homework?" you ask.
No holes in jeans
and no thin
straps on shirts. Only for
girls. Teachers believe girls
are the problems for poor
attention spans.
Clothing is the tip
of endless problems.
When teachers stopped sleeping on the tables,
Eating dinner in the cafeteria,
Brushing their teeth in the bathroom,
You swear you know all of your students. You may know our names but you dont really know us. You see her over there with the thick black sweater even though we're in this place thats hot as hell?
“I’m in class and I’m happy”
You amazed me
“Even though you’re just one of those silly art teachers”
Is what others say to rip at you
But, you’re more of a professional when it comes to these fake others
Hey there, shithead!
Yeah, you,
The one with the degrees.
Do you think sitting here,
Being a student is a breeze?
Do you think that we can
Sit here for hours on end,
Go home to do our chores,
Listen you say to get an A
and do your work to succeed
you say to ask questions about things i don't understand
because there are no stupid questions
but here I am infront of you
I do not know you, but I love you. Well, maybe not love but I think you're cuteIt was your smiling eyes that roped me in; almond shaped with and noiseless grinA vacant gaze that rolls away, it wrests the words I want to say
You can catch a fellow on his phone
But you can't catch the glares and our outspoken growns
Your forehead wrinkles represent a roaring see
The most annoying roar that tortures me.
Math Class
The hard uncomfortable seat that hurts my ass more than any other class,
The shrill voice that lasts in my mind for hours, I dread walking through that door
Is it innapropriate to say
I love you,
too much PDA?
Is it innapropriate to hug,
even after a bad day?
I thought kindness was key
and killing a sin
but in this backwards place
Four choices:
Choose your answer
fill it in on the sheet
leave the others
blank.
WARNING:
Do not erase!
Your answer will be
invalidated
DING!!! DING!!!
Omg, I'm Late, Late To My 4th Period
The Bell Just Had Rung
Mr./Ms.______ Don't Yell At The Top Of Your Lungs
Thats Why I Have Parents, To Nag, Talk, And Yell
Zero, is for the f***s I give whenever you tell me what to do. One, is for the amount of bullets it would take to be the end of you. Now if I were to continue counting in this poem you will be very shocked.
Teachers staring hard,So students get on guard.What is forced stress,But a meaningless mess?To learn is a one-sided card.
The dress code is a joke,
Meant to make you choke.
If not a size 0 you dont have it made.
If your hips are too wide its not their problem they will say.
Too short, too tight.
Too loose, not right.
Free education?
It comes with a price-
Wasted time that will never return-
Never learning-
Because of the burn
Of your pride and ego-
No voice of our own
Yet whipped by your words-
We sit in these uncomfortable seats as you lectureIts always too cold in your classroomYou get mad when you hear a mixture of irrelevant topicsYou use the same line every time for your doom
The difference between learning and simple education,
is not only the spelling, grammar, or punctuation.
The power of education is insurmountable to much,
but the epiphany of learning, can't even be looked at as such.
I won't forget the time
where you called me out:
"the quietest people are those who
think the most highly of themselves."
I don't think you meant it in a harmful way,
but it was a rude thing to say anyway.
12 years wasted.Living in hell. A cell. Because an education could pay my bail, that never stopped me.I wish I had the means back then to leave, but school or not, I'm exactly where I'd be.
Teacher, TeacherCan't you seeWhat this life is doing to me?
Can't sleep at nightDue to memories and fearAnxiety chewing away at meA family that doesn't care
I am open in my mind,
open in my soul,
I am open out loud but you don’t really know me.
In my heart it means much more to me.
I’m glad that you were there.
I am glad that you said you cared,
Sh*t you cant tell your teacher
Yo teach
I love you...no homo
Professor im not professing my passions
But rather
Your actions
they criticize at me.
saying I am lazy and don't deserve to have
a second chance.
"you should have done the work I assigned"
but they're not there for when the fights get too much
You laughed the day I walked into class,
I was a number, expecting to pass.
You wondered and questioned. How can it be?
About a silly little Mexican, like me.
You smiled and asked for a schedule,
If a tree falls and no one hears it,
does it really make a sound
If a student speaks, and no teacher hears it,
is it actually profound?
But if a student speaks, and a teacher hears it
