I wish I could be like the leaves
And simply blow away,
For then I wouldn’t have to go
To school again today.
The teacher always yells at me,
And says I do things wrong —
I think I’ve got a complex, or
I will have, before long.
I wish it was still summer, so
We could go to the pool;
Instead we go to gym class,
Then our local lunchroom gruel.
The leaves go where they want, while I’m
In math, for heaven’s sake —
But I at least know how to count
The days
Til Christmas
Break
She said she had a headache
From all that she’d to do;
She lingered there, reviewing
Until 5:42
She had a double-major
In psych and poli-sci —
If asked now for her reasons,
She couldn’t tell you why
Except she knows it’s crazy,
And ought to be unlawful,
At least, she thinks it is:
Just now, her memory
Is awful
Show the world what you’ve been feeling,
There are walls, but there’s no ceiling,
Hopes and fears with which your dealing,
Turn them into something more —
There is nothing small about you,
Show those who ignore or doubt you
All that is within, without you
Though you may be rich, or poor —
You are more than shows by seeing,
So by doing, show your being,
No more running, hiding, fleeing,
You’re no ornamental bird:
You’ve a voice that must
Be heard
Teachers
Teach the truth as you see it
Be careful of your facts
But also
Give your real opinions
Carefully identifying them as such
Share your real passions
Be your real self
Pass the spark on
As it was passed to you
Teachers
Go now
And make a better world possible
Oh, and one other thing —
Administrators
Please
Get out of the Teachers’ way
Years ago a troubled boy
Sat upon this chair
At the time, he didn’t know
Just why he was there
And the very walls, it seemed
Made a kind of jail
Sent to this imposing place
Seemingly, to fail
It intimidates no more
In this later year
Broken now the old chair sits
Bent by dint of fear
