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School

They said

Don’t wear leggings

Or a shirt that shows your cleavage

Because you need to be covered up

You’re a distraction

 

They said

Don’t use your period as an excuse

For male teachers to let you go to the bathroom

Because you’re not fooling anybody

 

They said

Don’t shave your head

Boys can

You can’t and don’t

And won’t because we’ll suspend you

 

They said

Watch the length of your skirt

The colour of your hair

The shoes and makeup

The piercings

And they call that fair

 

They said

Come to us if something is wrong

if you’re feeling bullied

if you feel unsafe

I guess they don’t remember asking my friend and I

if we heard of anyone in our year with suicidal tendencies

They asked us because

We were the sensible ones

The bright ones

We couldn't have been depressed.

I guess they didn’t see my panic

and my hand squeezing my wrist.

 

 

Because school

Is not a place

Where you can express who you are

School is not the place where you feel safe

It's a battle ground on the outside of your comfort zone.

 

School isn’t about education

Its a challenge, competition

Its a measurement of your capabilities

 

But what if you don't excel?

You’re called out for not being good enough

You're humiliated. Mocked.

 

You get looked down on

Judged

Embarrassed

And you don’t get your

Degree

 

As if a degree explains who you are

What you’ve been through

How much you’re worth

 

As if a degree

Measures the capacity

Of your heart

And your knowledge

 

And a teacher can share your grade

Make a joke and smirk

Cause they think you’re not worth it

 

And they can laugh and yell and call your parents

Who don’t think you’re any better.

 

Because year after year they’ve been led to believe

that you’re easily distracted

that you don’t do what you’re told

that you’re rebellious

 

Because even if you showed respect to the hypocrisy

That you can't help but notice,

They still won’t understand that you're just fighting

for what you believe is right, for mutual respect.

Because that’s not what you were thought.

You were thought to raise your hand when you want to speak.

And even if you made a valid point

You would still get lectured on putting your hand up when you want to speak.

Discipline put first.

 

And that is my definition of school

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BellonasBride
Published
May 16, 2016
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