Not Thinking What My Teacher Is Teaching
The Sad Truth in Our Classroom
As I sit in my window seat
A thought crosses my mind
A thought as scary as the open sea
I think to myself, “what a perfect angle for someone to shoot me”
Now these aren’t the things that I should be thinking
I should be thinking about what my teacher is teaching
In a place that we all should feel safe
I am constantly looking for the best hiding place
I am thinking of who I would call
If someone decided to end it all
These thoughts are just so distracting
It like that pair of jeans that you keep on patching
Every day a another hole appears out of the blue
But you won’t get another pair for the fear of something new
Or perhaps instead of fear it's just purely being lazy
At this moment the details are still hazy
But when we strive to make a change
Everyone just says to step out of the way
I thought we were supposed to be the generation
To stand tall and proud with our declarations
To fight for what we believe
And to help future generations navigate these icy seas
We were told to make change you must fight
Fight with all of our might
But no matter what we do or say
Our need for change just gets pushed away
I feel that we are lost and confused
Looking for anything that could be a muse
Until the day someone realizes
That these needs are growing in sizes
I sit here at my window seat
As we face yet another defeat
Thinking about things I shouldn’t be thinking
Not Thinking about what my teacher is teaching
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