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I wrote student fees and it autocorrected to
fears

My friend was drunk and said CV
when they meant VC

Volunteering is sold to us like a product,
it's not that it's good in of itself,
it's good for your self,
it'll look good on your CV

it'll look good on your CV
it'll look good on your CV
it'll look good on your CV

if only you could see me
if only you could see me
if only you could see me

you'd see the way my face freezes or flinches
either one,
there is a pain that runs across my face like an electric shock

dehumanising someone is like they invented a wireless, handsfree, bluetooth way of stabbing someone,
you can do it without touching me,
but I can assure the pain in my chest will tell you otherwise,
you have cut me

please help me find the plug at the wall
help me restart
help me find the USB charger
help me connect

you've convinced me that if I claw at my arm long enough
wires will spark and spit at me
I am a machine because you treat me as one

like when they ask for my number at Student Health
or they ask for my number at Studylink
or they ask for number at the Bank
I remember I am nothing like everyone else.

Does logging off look bad on your CV?
CV is curriculum vitae, VC is vice chancellor (aka the person in charge of the university)
how can we trust the university to care about us and treat us with dignity when every day we are reminded of how much the university and the New Zealand government, (the ministry of education and ministry of health) do not care about us. We are reminded every day that the university and the government do not care about us, when we are in our cold, damp housing, struggling to cover rent and power and buy food with student allowance and/or student living cost not being enough. We are reminded when our friends talk about not going to the doctors cuz they can’t afford it. we are reminded when our friends miss class because they have to work to cover costs. We are reminded when we are over burdened with assignments and stress taking semester long papers that used to be full year papers, charged double the cost and expected to do the work in half the time. We are reminded when we seek help and are told the Student Health counselling waiting list is 3 months long. We are reminded when our friends try to **** themselves from the stress and hopelessness of it all. We are reminded when university officials talk about us and treat us like we are lazy little ***** when we are tired and trying so hard. We are reminded when the university rai$e$ the fee$ by the maximum legal limit every year, we are so worn down that we can hardly voice our opposition. We are reminded when are told that special consideration for exams will only happen if someone dies or you are hospitalised. We are reminded when we are too depressed to function but not ‘depressed enough’ to warrant any academic leniency or support. We are reminded when Student Health costs are raised even though we already pay for student services through our student services fees. We are reminded when we spend all day (and a lot of the night too) in the library because our homes are not warm enough. We are reminded when we are given no choice, when we are condemned to decades of debt with the threat of imprisonment if we default on our loans. We are reminded when we sit in our cold flat and read the numbers of our debt that having our own healthy home is a lofty far off dream. We are reminded when they tell us university increases your income yet we know the job market is unstable and that studying out of the threat of poverty is no choice at all. We are reminded, we are shown, every day, that the university and the government do not care about us. We cannot trust them to care about us. The university shows us that this is a business and that there is no room for caring in a for-profit company.

But we the students (as well as the staff), we are what make this community great, not the power holders, not those most high up with their high incomes and net worth and assets and stock investments, it is our passion for learning and caring for each other and striving to make the world a kinder place for all, that makes this space and community of learning worthwhile. It has been said by many before me, WE ARE THE UNIVERSITY.

The institution will not give us the fair treatment, dignity and care that we need, so we must take it, we must demand it.

There cannot be business as usual because the university should not be run as a business in the first place,

we are people not machines and we are hurting.

I call on all students all staff, all people of the local and national community if you are concerned about staff cuts, course cuts, inadequate health care, poor responses to ****** violence, lack of commitment to environmental justice (no staunch stance against further offshore drilling) these issues are not separate, these concerns we feel so deeply in our heart that it burns, they are all connected because these atrocities come from the same beast of corporatised, neoliberal education run for-profit.


Let us join together against this atrocity as one!
Kilam TA Aug 2017
Fck you for encouraging me to take out more than I needed
F
ck you for not explaining the difference between subsidized and unsubsidized
Fck you for judging my eligibility based on my parent’s income and not my own
F
ck you for pretending to look out for my best interest
Fck you for making me decide on whether to pay you, or go to the hospital
F
ck you for harassing me via phone and email
Fck you for transferring my loans to a different company
F
ck you for asking for money back BEFORE I graduated
Fck you for asking for money AFTER I graduated with NO job
F
ck you for asking for MORE money after I got a job
Fck you for transferring my loans to a different company (again)
F
ck you for suggesting a 30year repayment plan
Fck you for the high interest rates that negate the payments I was able to make
F
ck you for adjusting my repayment plan without my consent
Fck you for suggesting a lower monthly payment as I crept toward full repayment
F
ck your shoes with the belts on them (Boondocks)
And Fck Donald Trump
This is America sucka. The land of the free, and home of the brave
Not the sea of debt and house of enslavement
So, F
ck you from the bottom of my heart, and if you call me again I’m gonna slap the sh*t out of you
Goodbye forever
explicit language.
NURUL AMALIA Aug 2017
Started from time
Forcing me to drag my feet
Stepped as them left
I whine, sob!
And complained to Him
Wait this as soon as I blink just now
Yes, I was a kid
My gut is still lousy
Still entangled in them
Even now ..

Both want me the best
I do not know what they feel
But I myself rebelled
Blaming the obvious time will not stop
I cursed the time
Why so fast
My body still wants to stay home

Wait, for a moment I feel wrong
Is not this good
I also want to make them happy
Dreams must try to climb
The ladder was already there before me
I'm among the lucky ones
Be thankful!
My mind divides
I convince myself with all my might

"This is not my home" I snarled
When I arrived at that foreign place
I was forced to stay
For the sake of the knowledge that I want to scoop
Yes, if not understand I will explain
I'm a student now
Predicate attached to me now
weight..
The views will all be different to me

Really i meet good friends
Fighting together, but still be independent
I breathe in ..
My time has now forced me again
It's morning already
I guess I have to finish my day
Doing my final job there ..
Alienpoet Aug 2017
The tyranny of indecision
all heart but no vision.
Utopia dies in dystopian eyes
the songbird cries.

Climate change not just a fable
Racism the successful execution of labels
Capitalism we can't eat from that table
Knives and forks hunger for meat
The poor die and retreat
Meat accounts for green house gasses
While **** distracts us with prosthetic *****
and **** hysteria hits
Drug taking and fits.

Work made us worker drones
Paying off our credit cards and homes
back to basics or what
Studying for didaleey squat
To be given student debt
Our qualification makes us regret
Not the learning
But the money we owe
Utopia where are you? I don't know!
Ksjpari Aug 2017
Dear students Examinations denote
That you and teachers clearly emote
Their feelings out and try to devote
Their time and energy for this rowboat.
Mind that nurtures it will surely vote
Their success to teacher to roam afloat.
Let be a doctor, teacher or student tote
Examinations did need a nice quote.
Whether you be known or remote
Is decided by many reports wrote.
Evil or bad about exams is misquote
By all as it leads us to get more groat.
Ravana like teachers do connote:
Exams are tiny tot like just a mote.
The only tool which writes footnote
For children and save them from a dote.
Lastly, it is just like Gita a good keynote.
I am developing a new style of writing poetry where ending words of a line rhyme with one another, at least in last sound. I named it Pari Style. Hope readers will like it. Thanks to those invisible hands and fingers which supported and inspired me to continue my efforts in my new, creative, artistic and innovative “Pari” style. Thanks for your inspiring, kind, soft fingers.
Ksjpari Aug 2017
All are not born with same talent wide
So are looked upon badly, get chide
Without any mistake they stride
Trying to overcome aversion and pride.
Such children are made stand at curbside
And never in limelight nor can they decide
Where to win or verve or vigor or hide.
Such a boy is Neelraj, whom I too cried
Bad words and treatment. Later I sighed
In his support who was naughty and vied
For excellence in his behavior to ride
The position he not aspired for in pride.
Hence again I like to say – Never divide
Children in class and creed; nor deride
Them for what they not had spied.
Neelraj’s naughtiness and mischief can be dried
Into obedience, respect and duty; not to snide.
I am developing a new style of writing poetry where all ending words rhyme with one another. I named it “Pari”.  This is a unique style which is being recognized by many critics through some sites. Thanks to those invisible hands and fingers which supported and inspired me to continue my efforts in my new, creative, artistic and innovative “Pari” style.
Ksjpari Aug 2017
In divine school there is a boy who does blare
The horn of indiscipline all over the school bare
Met me very day when I furiously did glare;
Felt though sad and bad, moved a bit with prayer
I intended to sing for him to change without spare.
Kabir is that boy who was found on hostel stair -
Roaming and singing and running like a hare.
Moved by ‘No one is lift behind’ by me. “Beware!
You have to be careful.” I used to say at square.
Now is the time, when he has changed a lot by flair
Which he had in him – half known to him I swear.
Then was the naughty boy, one of the corsair –
Now is the sincere and calm though not so clever.
Will take his father’s and mother’s good care;
I know that in future he will be a successful bear
Who may forget me but I will never to such mare.
I am developing a new style of writing poetry where all ending words rhyme with one another. I named it “Pari”.  This is a unique style which is being recognized by many critics through some sites. Thanks to those invisible hands and fingers which supported and inspired me to continue my efforts in my new, creative, artistic and innovative “Pari” style.
Ksjpari Aug 2017
Life has been never so humorous
It is also not so rancorous;
It is full of injuries and pus,
We have been troubled by cuss.
But life, my dear, is not sonorous;
It is much largely murderous.
Teachers care for all future fuss.
All teachers care for dangerous
Children who lead life glamorous.
Teachers are always right rigorous,
Who will guide against vaporous,
And are strong and tall like coniferous.
They like great Shivaji, truly valorous.
Teachers care for all future fuss.
Follow them Oh! ye malodorous;
And they will fill you with flowers.
Teachers care for all future fuss.
Review my poems 2 encourage my unique Pari Style
Den Aug 2017
It's 3 am in the morning,
And a girl like me should be sleeping.
But why am I staring at the ceiling,
While thinking of the wounds that are cutting?

It's 3 am in the morning,
And a daughter like me should be resting.
But why am I staring at the ceiling,
While asking myself if all I had to do was babysitting?

It's 3 am in the morning,
And a student like me should be studying.
But why am I staring at the ceiling,
While seeing the madness in schooling?

It's 3 am in the morning,
And a wife like me should be in the middle of love making.
But why am I staring at the ceiling,
While tasting lust in everything that he's doing?

It's 3 am in the morning,
And all the feelings kept coming.
Lips are being pursed into thin linings,
Suppressing all the sobs that kept screaming.
Just a random poem I made last summer because I cannot sleep.
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