alone
I wait
what’s
to come
crouched
in the corner
watching
all
who come by.
this
spot
so
familiar to me
my
eyes
becoming
bored
stagnant
scene.
reading
the great writers
those
I deem great
what
I think
meaning
not much
to
those with degrees.
holding
above me
keeping
me
below
them
not
fair
can
I change it.
say
what I must
to
pass
their
course
their
rules
result.
rejected
again
not
good enough
they
scream
with
ignorant voices
don’t
they remember.
behind
a desk
red
pen and grade book
ready
to destroy
student
we
are all students.
see
their thoughts
so
much to learn
too
many rules
to
follow
break
the mold.
hold
strong
importance
in all we say
everyone
so
much to say
when
will they listen?
take
me as serious
as
another
won’t
kiss your ass
for
one letter
doesn’t
mean much to me.
my
future
not
in their hands
deep
inside of me
dealing
with what I must
to
get by.
not
as complacent
as
another
won’t
be put down
much
longer
nothing
concluded...
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