Biology parades around
The dusty, torn-up
Linoleum ground
Theorems sing their battle cries
And shake their fists into the sky
While I simply wonder why
Words seem unable to just die
English sits in stoic pose
Scrawling adverbs, fiction, prose
Sterilizing careful letters
Claiming that it will get better
Sentences are diagrammed
With feeble marks erased like sand
English strives for dedication
But I do not think it's patient
Because words don't sing the way they should
When they are carved into the wood
That is mainstream spoonfed truths
Like all my mapped-out math class proofs
Sometimes words are butterflies
In kaleidoscopic rainbow skies
Or sometimes they are wingless birds
With breaths that can be scarcely heard
English class is none of these
Bookwork carries no bright peace
Raised hands held like bleached bone flags
Won't calm the storms inside my head
And paper never drinks true ink
When we are given time to think
The dusty, torn-up
Linoleum ground
Theorems sing their battle cries
And shake their fists into the sky
While I simply wonder why
Words seem unable to just die
English sits in stoic pose
Scrawling adverbs, fiction, prose
Sterilizing careful letters
Claiming that it will get better
Sentences are diagrammed
With feeble marks erased like sand
English strives for dedication
But I do not think it's patient
Because words don't sing the way they should
When they are carved into the wood
That is mainstream spoonfed truths
Like all my mapped-out math class proofs
Sometimes words are butterflies
In kaleidoscopic rainbow skies
Or sometimes they are wingless birds
With breaths that can be scarcely heard
English class is none of these
Bookwork carries no bright peace
Raised hands held like bleached bone flags
Won't calm the storms inside my head
And paper never drinks true ink
When we are given time to think
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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