You call me bitter.
Yes, I am bitter.
Why wouldn’t I be?
The taste of your
failure on my tongue
burns from how you
taught us that our
creativity tastes of cough
syrup and fear and
that failure tastes of
our very own blood.
You call me restless.
Yes, I am restless.
How couldn’t I be?
I dance to the
exhaustive rhythm of discovering
that I identify with
test scores and not
by the rhythm that
stirred me from my
forceful and deafening education.
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 7:52 PM UTC
You call me bitter.
Yes, I am bitter.
Why wouldn’t I be?
The taste of your
failure on my tongue
burns from how you
taught us that our
creativity tastes of cough
syrup and fear and
that failure tastes of
our very own blood.
You call me restless.
Yes, I am restless.
How couldn’t I be?
I dance to the
exhaustive rhythm of discovering
that I identify with
test scores and not
by the rhythm that
stirred me from my
forceful and deafening education.
I watched an interesting TED talk about America's education system.