"quizes" poems
All my quizes are low.
Because they teach so slow
Concentrating on stuff they don't know
Deliberately causing massive Brain damage
Exploding heads. anomalys
Fighting assigments they give us we try to survive.
Guns blazin on oral reports.blamin'
HipHop for the youths unacceptabe behaviour
Intellectual overdose causing nerve paralysis
Joking around ain't gonna help
Killing time, wont justify the
Lack of discipline in the
Minds of the
New generation
Out of place in time & space all we can do is catch up with the
Pace....
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 8:30 AM UTC
Endless darkness envelops the young girls classroom
She sobs silently awaiting her nightly lesson
His shadow looms with her in his toxic embrace
Her heart stops
So does time and space
Suspended and vulnerable- she is schooled
He forces down her cries of wrong answers with manipulative lips
And whispers his answers in her young ears
As if she can understand him
He doesn't care as his hands begin to creep
She tenses
Knowing whats to come
A routine pop quiz
Her instincts scream at her to simply skip
It wasn't mandatory, she could walk away
She doesn't
She knows what must be done
His hands still creep
A whimper breaks from its cage
So does a glimpse of his rage
A pain in her side
Reminds her not to say a peep
Or pass the notes summarizing his lessons
His destination reached
As if bleached
Her color slowly fades
Her essence
Once a plethora of iridescent lights
Now chained to his chalk stained hands
Are as black as an eclipsed sun
Knowing nothing else but his lessons
She obediently lays
She tries to clear her mind
Focus on her answers
Tries to leave whats left of herself behind
Distractions weren't acceptable
Wanting simply nothing more
Then for her life to be like it was before
Before pop quizes
And true or false test
Before projects displaying your talents
The talents teacher spent weekends making sure she knew like the back of her small hands
But teacher needs her focused
Though her cries are no longer caged
They go unnoticed
Why would teacher care to notice?
He was teaching!
She trembles with the pain
All the hatred and disdain
Emotions cloud her head
The questions began to run together
Adding to her dread of another lessons end
She prays that soon it will be over
But not everthing has been covered
And teacher is always sure to be thorough
The young girl is panicked
Once again she can't keep up
She is lost
As a result, her work suffers
While teacher grades her work
His rage is unleashed
All her answers are still wrong!
Class was over
But detention was waiting
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC
These quizes offer no insights
Onto what "my perfect college" could be like
And how the (word that rhymes with duck)
Am I supposed to get seventy thousand bucks
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 3:36 PM UTC
I bite my fingernails
Then nervously scratch my hair
I've been in fights before
One time I punched a guy
For making fun of my neck
I pushed him against the desk
And kicked his stomach.
He never spoke to me again.
I went home crying that day
Victory never tasted so salty.
Insecurities ringing in my ears
Like the alarm on a clock
It's time
Time again
I've been in fights before
But there's only one that leaves me
On the bathroom floor
With sunken eyes
A bitter taste on my tongue
And a sandpaper feel on my teeth
I've been in fights before
None as hard
As the one against myself
What do you do
When you don't believe yourself?
Who are you, if you are more than one?
I always thought I had two hands
For a reason
As one would push against
The back of my throat
The other
Would hug my waist
I don't know who I am
The clock keeps ticking
It's time again
I don't want it to be
There are two arms in a clock
And two arms on my body
It's time
It's time again
I was writing my research
The other night
I had to explain
The conflict of interest
In my study
I forget the research doesn't care about me
The conflict of interest
Doesn't mean when I sleep all day
Miss my college classes and fail my quizes
So that no one hears what happens in the toilet
At 3:12 am
When I was in 4th grade
My friend told me her secret method for a happy life
She said she'd write down
What had made her upset
Then tear it into little pieces
And throw it away
I have no one to talk to
And my room is full of confetti
Sometimes I convince myself
That someone is cheering for me
Why is no one cheering for me?
I am skinny
I am skinny
Why is no one cheering for me?
I feel two feelings
Every day of my life
One that I have betrayed someone
The other that I have been betrayed
I'm still trying to figure out
Which
Is worse
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 12:12 PM UTC