School

Dear School,

I spend eternity in your presence,

letting you feed me letters and numbers.

You make me who I am,

You make me who I want to be,

So why do you hate me when I love you so much?

 

I want to go home and have help on my homework.

I want ot absorb the wonders of your world.

So why do you hate me when I love you so much?

 

You take me in,

and spit me out.

Why am I not good enough for you?

Why did you decide I didn’t matter?

Why do you hate me when I used to love you so much?

 

I want to reach my highest potential,

I want to learn life lessons.

I had dreams once,

and you crushed them.

Why do you hate me so?

 

You stared into my soul,

and pushed me past my goal.

So now when you hate me,

I will hate you back,

and you can never change that.

5 thoughts on “School”

  1. That was really great Mackenzie! I really liked that poem (and I don’t usually like poems!). I think it’s really interesting that you chose to write about school.

  2. I would like to hear more of your thoughts about school. What changes for students who love school when they are younger and then hate it when they’re older? I have some ideas, but they may not be the same as yours.

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