Dear mrs. Reading teacher, I don't know what the heck you want from me.
You pick on me to answer questions when I haven't even raised my hand up in the clouds so that You can see it.
I'm tired of teachers always doing this to me.
Why can't you understand that I learn differently?
Why can't you just leave me be.
Let me learn my way.
I've been learning my way for 5 years.
Everyone learns so fucking diffent.
I don't wanna stand in the same line with everyone else.
When we were born to stand out of the crowd.
The box.
The stupid cardboard box.
You make me feel rushed.
And that puts me in a panic.
I start to shake.
I just want you to stop overwhelming me.
This isn't fair.
It's not.
You're supposed to teach us how to believe in ourselves.
Not crush us like a pair of ants.
I hate that I can't even make my voice heard.
You saw me crying in front of you.
Don't you have a promise to make every student feel safe and happy?
Not attacked for who they are.
Or how the bloody learn.
Because yesterday when i tried to talk about it.
you made it about you.
The kind of person that you acted like is like you don't give a damn about your students feelings.
You just run over them and make them go your way even if they don't know how to learn like that.
Why can't you be like Mrs.edwards or Mrs.moore who actually give two shits.
They sit you down and they hear what you have to say.
And also they make learning fun and not only in one god damn line like you do.
They understand how people learn differently.
You make me so uncomfable that im running into a fucking wall.
The more I do that the more it hurts right.
All i want is not to be called on is that too much to ask.
This isn't a hate letter or anything, I just need someone to understand that isn't right.
This isn't right to keep doing this if you see them not wanting to raise their hand or even say it.
It's like a roller coaster with you.
It's always up and down with you.
I feel like I'm getting bullied by you.
I also feel like you target me.
Do I have a sign over my head saying to do that?
No, I don't.
You should get it if someone doesn't wanna answer you, take it you don't push back.
When I got home I couldn't stop shaking.
I know you don't have kids but your students are basically your kids.
You're supposed to love them and care about what they have to say.
Not rush them.
Not even make them feel so little they can't talk to you.
Even though you're getting mad at me for not answering.
I'm going to keep my ground till you get it.
I don't care if you send me out of class.
I'm not going to tell you this again.
This makes me uncomfortable.
Why can't you get that in your head?
I'm not trying to be rude.
You know what's rude.
That you're not even giving me a chance to talk about how I feel.
Not even the time to tell you.
I'm not trying to fight with you.
But what you're doing isn't a one strike way.
YOU ARE READING
The Story I Never Told Anyone
Poetryit's about poems. How I feel or see things. Sometimes it's about people.
