backtoschool
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I woke up early this morning,
Barely slpet last night.
Put my make up on, ate my oatmeal,
Checked my backpack twice.
A million excuses, even more insecurities,
Each kid proudly sang and the whole courtyard was filled with high pitched voices and laughter. Little bodies of deep tan skin, about twenty of them. Michael, the leader of the classroom.
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,
There I sit
in the front row
of class.
My head rests in the strong
hold of my hands,
and my elbows dig
into the table.
I'm drowning in this ocean from lack of preparationAs i call out with great passionMy God save me from these fractions,And these unfair presentations.
Pollution clouds my vision -
Mental Traffic pauses
It suffocates my thoughts -
My mental bubbles just pop.
Pop! Pop! POP!
The urge - the sudden urge...
To just STOP everything at once.
Back to school brings supply lists from ten teachers a mile long each,
packets of homework an inch thick,
a state test that interrupts math class,
a project due tomorrow,
You almost thought summer
was an everyday thing now.
Now its time to
work, and do your
homework.
Are you making those
grades?
That's how your gonna
get paid.
Here we go again.
I didn't do my homework.
Oh well.
What time is it?
Only five after.
Last night was fun.
What am I going to do tomorrow night?
I'm tired.
What time is it?
