oh my god nooooo who's the evil person who posted that up?!!! so embarassed by my lame poetry attempts!! :D

and coz i just handed up Lit Pt and am high, i shall spam you all

The Teacher

I
She stands at the front of the classroom
I look at her, taking in every feature
Is this what they all look like,
This person they call a teacher?

I can’t tell the difference in her
It’s the exact same plain shirt
The serviceable, sensible brown loafers
And the neat charcoal grey skirt

She blends into the classroom walls
A subtle splash of grey white beige
The neatness and practicality
Like the monotonous bars of a cage

I wonder if just perhaps, just for a while
She could tear those identical worksheets up in a rage
To be able to escape this monotony
Bend the bars of the wretched cage

Instead! It is all the same, over again
The constant droning of her voice
Droning, drowning out any and every sound
The classroom is silent, without any noise

She stands at the front of the classroom
I look at her, taking in every feature
Is this what they all look like,
This person they call a teacher?

Oh, To be able to escape this monotony
Bend the bars of the wretched cage

II
I stand at the front of the classroom
I look at them, each bent over their book
These people they call my students—
Is this how they all look?

I can’t tell the difference in them
They all wear the exact same thing
I look at their identical, bored, blank faces
And feel as though I could cringe

I wonder if just perhaps, just for a while
They could actually respond to my lessons
Their eyes just stare right through me
Like they can’t feel my presence

I wonder if just perhaps, just for a while
We could do something new for a change
But what if their reaction is exactly the same?
What if they find me extraordinarily strange?

I stand at the front of the classroom
I look at them, each bent over their book
These people they call my students—
Is this how they all look?

Their eyes just stare right through me
Like they can’t feel my presence

<3 hazel