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this poem is basically a summary of what goes around in most of the schools these days.
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How much I would have loved to go to school every morning, thinking "oh what a bright new day!!"
How much I would have loved to just forget about life, forget the reality and dismay.

I envy you people, for the ignorance and glee that I see every morning on your faces,
But was that really envy, or was that pity for your idiotic actions and disgrace.

You mock me for being different than you; you mock me for not following your rules,
But what am I to do, if your ideals are set by nothing more than dim-witted fools??

How much I would love, to suck the blue blood out of your so called "selected few",
How much I desire to redirect the misled, and help them look for something new.

But I'm the sullen one, placed in a society that judges by appearance and looks,
I'm the sullen one in a society that disregards the existence of holy books.

An outcast I am for not looking like a model, for not having the prettiest face,
To you I'm not handsome enough to join your superior circle, of the finest, dazzling race.

Close friends and family blame me for rudeness; they blame me for being spleen,
They think I don't love them, I'm not kind enough; they think I'm just plain old mean.

Not knowing about the demeaning remarks I face, against a whole school I have no choice,
They think I'm just making the whole thing up, not knowing I've lost my poise.

I watch myself getting kicked around and there's nothing I can do but smile,
To hide the repressed feeling and agony that I suffer the whole while.

If I could put some bullets through your heads, if I could slit your throats with a knife,
God knows how much I've been waiting for this; it'd be the happiest day of my life.

The thing that pisses me off the most is that you think you're one of a kind,
Popularity has screwed around with your minds; popularity has left you blind…



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The following comments are for "school through the eyes of a poet"
by seniorme

How Dare I
How Dare I comment on such a piece that comes straight from the heart. Being a teacher, I unfortunately hear of this kind of thing all the time. Rarely am I in a position to stop something like that. But, I commend you on this piece. Very well written. Certainly a favorite.

( Posted by: Serendipity [Member] On: June 22, 2004 )

Lot to Learn...Ivor
Moet,

I feel we have a lot to learn from your poetry, both from the meaning within your words and you good poetic style.

This is certainly a difficult piece, written with feeling, and your use of long couplets while retaining tempo and style, without distracting from our minds flow while reading was exceptional.

I have been thinking about writing a poem about prejudice for a long time now, but I do not write until it just comes to me. Reading pieces like this is making it more pressing, but I doubt if I will get anywhere near the feelings you have expressed in this.

Can I compliment you on you honesty in the following lines:

'If I could put some bullets through your heads, if I could slit your throats with a knife,
God knows how much I've been waiting for this; it'd be the happiest day of my life.'

This is the emmotions that we all feel that make us want to change the world into a better place, believe me or not, your poetry is helping to do just that,

Well done,

Ivor

( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: June 23, 2004 )

wow
so thankful that 2 A-class poets liked it. your opinion really did matter to me.

( Posted by: seniorme [Member] On: June 23, 2004 )

believe me i relate
i could have written that poem 23 years ago, at least some form of it. i hope you believe me when i tell you that it gets a lot better once you go to college. My advice - go somewhere far away. You can get a fresh start that way.

You know what I would like to see from you is to try writing another poem based on this one; filled with the same vitriol and raw emotion that is so powerful. And this time, instead of writing it the way it is, write it in metaphor. Difficult to explain, you only learn it through practice. It's the literary equivalent of taking a second derivative. That's what I'd love to read from you.

( Posted by: wrdekle [Member] On: June 25, 2004 )

wrdekle & penelope
to me this is probably still the most cherished poem i've ever written. and although not alot of people can clearly or directly relate to it because of the age difference, i'm glad it gave some "a blast to the past". again 2 favorites of mine commenting on that poem, thanx alot.

( Posted by: seniorme [Member] On: July 4, 2004 )





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