Post by olivergrimm on Mar 30, 2018 11:20:02 GMT -8
Remember when I said I won a few poetry awards? Well here's the Poem! It's meant to be preformed as a slam! Soooo I have video too.
(Sorry for the bad performance, I got super shook. Messed up a bit, and to my fucking dismay- I puberty squeaked on the first line. I also look absolutely horrible. Don't blame me, it was hot and stuffy.)
In 12 years of schooling, in countless classes of exacting examinations extraditing my exit,
What did I learn?
I learned my ABC’s but god forbid I get anything but A,
I learned to bubble in letters, and god help me the answer is B,
I learned to Count, I learned to Add, but don't you see?
All this information may improve me, but it’s convoluting me.
Countless curiosities clipped and wonders wavered through standardization and organization,
A cookie cutter campaign clipping children, carelessly caging core characteristics,
What did I learn?
That in learning terminal velocity, my self esteem has hit the nine point eight mark in it’s decline,
That in finding the X value, I’ve lost “Why”, and that’s fine?
That in MLA, one cannot reference “I” without a “C”, unless it’s an eye that cannot see.
That in endless lessons on Shakespeare and his plays, I truly know and ponder “to be or not to be?”
My academics are rising, and my brain is maturing,
But simply high school diploma does a future not make surely.
I learned it the hard way.
I learned by banging my head into invisible social barriers that seem to surround students,
Slowly impeding on my boundaries, why do they do this?
In exporting knowledge, they pollute with stress,
Worksheet after worksheet, and yet still they press, oppress, to impress
Their boss with test scores to make the illusion that we succeed, I plead.
Don’t do this to us, you should know better than me.
You see, you need to educate me
And show me what I've learned.
Because 12 years of school cause a lifetime of problems,
Our depression is rising, and bodies have fallen.
Lives have been erased, the more that we write,
While we're left without rights.
To be a student is a pitiful profession,
Constant work followed by oppression
Of knowledge and wisdom straight from the books.
Society stealing its glancing looks,
Of looking to prey on high school diplomas,
Putting us all in a mindless coma
Of “Why am I here?”
Of “What did I learn?”
Of all of the time that I spent in school?
What can I do, what are the rules.
But I know now.
Now I know no equation can find the “Y” I’m in fractions,
Distractions from eventual actions,
That I must take in order to succeed,
Or take the risk to bleed
(Sorry for the bad performance, I got super shook. Messed up a bit, and to my fucking dismay- I puberty squeaked on the first line. I also look absolutely horrible. Don't blame me, it was hot and stuffy.)
What did I Learn?
What did I learn?In 12 years of schooling, in countless classes of exacting examinations extraditing my exit,
What did I learn?
I learned my ABC’s but god forbid I get anything but A,
I learned to bubble in letters, and god help me the answer is B,
I learned to Count, I learned to Add, but don't you see?
All this information may improve me, but it’s convoluting me.
Countless curiosities clipped and wonders wavered through standardization and organization,
A cookie cutter campaign clipping children, carelessly caging core characteristics,
What did I learn?
That in learning terminal velocity, my self esteem has hit the nine point eight mark in it’s decline,
That in finding the X value, I’ve lost “Why”, and that’s fine?
That in MLA, one cannot reference “I” without a “C”, unless it’s an eye that cannot see.
That in endless lessons on Shakespeare and his plays, I truly know and ponder “to be or not to be?”
My academics are rising, and my brain is maturing,
But simply high school diploma does a future not make surely.
I learned it the hard way.
I learned by banging my head into invisible social barriers that seem to surround students,
Slowly impeding on my boundaries, why do they do this?
In exporting knowledge, they pollute with stress,
Worksheet after worksheet, and yet still they press, oppress, to impress
Their boss with test scores to make the illusion that we succeed, I plead.
Don’t do this to us, you should know better than me.
You see, you need to educate me
And show me what I've learned.
Because 12 years of school cause a lifetime of problems,
Our depression is rising, and bodies have fallen.
Lives have been erased, the more that we write,
While we're left without rights.
To be a student is a pitiful profession,
Constant work followed by oppression
Of knowledge and wisdom straight from the books.
Society stealing its glancing looks,
Of looking to prey on high school diplomas,
Putting us all in a mindless coma
Of “What am I doing.”
Of “What can I earn"Of “Why am I here?”
Of “What did I learn?”
Of all of the time that I spent in school?
What can I do, what are the rules.
But I know now.
Now I know no equation can find the “Y” I’m in fractions,
Distractions from eventual actions,
That I must take in order to succeed,
Or take the risk to bleed
That was seriously awesome, good job! You did really well, even if you were nervous. I enjoyed listening to it. Nicely done.
