Do I sin
Because i seem illiterate
I’m no such thing
Yet they think I’m in the business
Of being incompetent
I love to learn
But i love doing what i love more
I don’t need to practice
To see what I’m in for
They gave me sneer looks
As if i had no brain
Even if i were a scarecrow
Id know which way
They don’t see me
They see my numbers
That apparently measure
My source of educational income
I don’t need your acknowledgement
But to me it’s sad
You see kids everyday
But the talent of teaching you lack
My ability
Is something you’ll never overcome
You’ve taught me lessons
But not from your subjects
You taught me to believe in everyone
Because you didn’t believe in me
You taught me to be strong
Because i was the punching bag
You were trying to defeat
You taught me to hold an umbrella
In stormy weather
Because i had hope
While you end your sentences with “whatever”
This is the story
Of my old high school
I guess it was a mistake
But with mistakes
You learn lessons
I knew what i was doing
But you forced my brain to bed rest
Talked about how i don’t know my language
And it’s best to go back home with my baggage
You say baggage like luggage
But i carry your words like baggage
At your disadvantage
I am truly amazed by the work you submitted. I love it. I felt this in such a deeper way. In a sense, I could relate and I appreciate that you brought this to light.
Have you every accomplished what it is you’re writing about? If so, what is one thing you would say to those people?
Thank you very much! I did accomplish getting over this point in High School and I honestly don’t know what I would say to those people. I would more so just work on myself because success is the best revenge.
I really don’t have much to comment on here. You and I already talked about whether to add a short paragraph at the end to give context, and I think that’s a good idea – still think it’s a good idea :-). In that paragraph, you might think about addressing what Valentina asked, even if it’s just to say it doesn’t matter anymore.