Sitting in class
don't mean the standard
I mean the havoc caused when kids left in the room
Notes in the roam
You think we'll pass
I'm thinking this teacher won't learn from her mistakes
Soon as she walks in I give her correction
Ungrateful, she's not connecting
That's not my problem
Says solve it on the board
I'm bored, can't she see it on my face?
This lesson
I'm not learning
She's not teaching
She's only tryna make me feel small too
I'll bring her up to size
So I drew a size even she can't handle
With her big mouth
The horror!
I think the office is a park
So I get there and don't give a dam nor a lake
Yeah, I mean I aim high
But who do you know who's got a good job
Oh yeah that guy...
It's funny cause the key to success opens the door to failure
So when you see me and see a future
I see another nugga with colors dressed as flags
And all the drama that comes from smoking fags
- Author: June Winter (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 12th, 2022 02:31
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem reminds me of a cousin of mine who was the craziest dude I knew. When I got to highschool I'd heard a lot of complaints about his behaviour, I idolized the guy though I never got into as much trouble.
- Category: Short story
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Comments1
stream of consciousness
in style
with characterisation, volition
and insightful, depth..
Brilliantly executed!
thanks for sharing
Thanks for reaching it... This is one of my oldest poems, back when these things would just come to you while you're making lunch... I'm glad you enjoyed it
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