my shoulders are hurting

and my hands are cramping

from the weight on my back

and the pencil, please help me

even as i write this poem

i know it doesn’t matter

if my teacher does not own it

see that’s the problem nowadays,

kids are stressed and their color fades

adults know it’s their fault but they blame it on the phones and testosterone

you don’t seem to understand my frustration- it’s not that i don’t think i need an education but the issue here is that my current situation is marking me shed tears

do adults not realize that the life’s gone out of the children’s eyes?

that at every desk there sits a student that is dead inside?

that we all go home and break down and cry?

People like us don’t even have a shoulder to cry on

cause teachers hand out so much work that students can’t even try on

to them it seems like there’s no difference between not understanding and a conflict in listening

Can they not realize that students are the future?

yet they teach them useless information and hatred?

i used to love a subject, but now i hate it.

but that’s because my school made me take it and

for six hours i sat at home, crying and trying to find out when all this got so wrong.

I dream of a place where young children can learn

without pretending their stomach churns just to get out of their reading turn

I dream of a world where I can learn art without

tearing myself apart

after a long fight and a longer presentation, i quit public school and i ran from my station

the demons i saw in that place was like no other race

so now i’m in my own home and i go my own pace

I’ve never been happier to learn geometry than when my cat sat next to me and purred in rhythm

you’d think when i twist off the cap

my mind would begin to unwrap

and i guess that’s true to an extent

but my blood, this salt, will never relent

i don’t want to say i’m trapped but, it’s hard to say i’m not

i wish we had a witness for the way our souls combined, to stop

they say our blood, sweat, and tears should go into something

but how often have you loved something you went through so much hate for?

i promise, you’re my light

my love

my worth

everything i do i do for you

the secrets we keep are none of their business

for now we’ll talk in my atmosphere just so we don’t have to be compared