The Bell

waiting for time to pass by
my mind begins to wander like an annoying fly
with my eyes darting from one to another
I start to feel like a lighthouse undercover
everyone lost within their minds
moving about like many mimes
so quiet you can hear books breathing even so quiet I can hear the mimes thinking
but with five minutes to the bell
the peace and quiet will turn to hell leaving me thinking….did I fail?

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What Are We? (public school)

we all grow up differently
go through the motions
and learn how to read
go to kindergarten and learn our abc’s
then comes first grade
and they start teaching us all the same
for 12 straight years teaching us the same thing
teaching us things we don’t even need
just 12 years of repetition
put us in a desk and expect us to listen
taking tests that predict your future
and writing papers on your computer
creative minds get shot down
because A isn’t the right answer
sorry this is wrong now you can’t go to Stanford
they teach us to treat everyone the same
and not to judge
when the teacher says, “I can’t even read this smudge!”
they grade our work with their work like they’re a god
when I can probably write better than you ever could
30 different papers
but one answer key
what are we? all the same?