Where I Have To Be.
A new school, new students, I'm curious,
But not what I expected it to be, I'm furious,
A class housing insolent students,
Teachers being treated with imprudence,
Where lectures are taken as leisure,
And the teacher almost suffering a seizure,
It's out of my comfort zone, this flagrant display of negligence,
But over here, it is a common occurrence,
If I could go back, undeniably I would,
To my previous school, if only I could,
All of this is an unpleasant novelty for me,
But for another year, this is where I have to be.
YOU ARE READING
Selcouth
PoetryHi. I'm a feminist who writes poetry because I'm in love with English literature. I've also had a romantic history which is confusing, (and almost funny) yet emotionally turbulent. And so this fact makes for a bunch of good things to write on.
