Poetry Slam collection

School Poems (September)

Out of all the poems presented these were the most impressive.

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Clay- Aimee

From the moment we are born, I'd like to assume we take on an aspect of clay.

Clay has the ability to be freely molded into any shape or form.
The inconsistence overwhelms what we should believe, how we should presenting ourselves and our overall mannerisms that make you, you.

So when we develop 3 or 4 years past that moment of birth, we are put into this institution of education.
It suppresses our individuality, thoughts, entity and forces down our throats that 'this is that' and 'that is this'.

No questions asked, no retorts to be made because we are taught to nod yes and never no.
Because if we are clay,
then what choice do we have?

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Education- Autumn

To sit in a desk; is to sit
in a prison cell.

The copying of words
onto paper and spitting back
out is to be our education?

To find jumbles between
the Satan spawn of
numbers and letters is to be
our maths?

The education system does not
test our intelligence, common
sense, nor life skills.

It teaches us suppression
behind a desk and forces us
the students to spit out
whatever is shoved inside
us and to hope that we
use it someday and that
when we lay dying that
A squared + B squared = C squared wasn't for nothing

But instead I want to be taught
justice, happiness, love,
and anything that I will
use in my life that
makes my life,
time, and dedication
for my studies
worth something.

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Procrastination- Evelyn

I'm a prosperer in school
at least I used to be
I used to cry when i got C's
and sigh when I got B's
Straight A's were 99% certainty
But now my grade results
are great big mysteries
I used to dream of Harvard University
and see it as a goal
that I could really reach
but something strange has happened
something has changed me
procrastination holds me as her slave yes, she:
The spirit of the lazy mind has clutched me tight
I try to shake these chains away with all my might
to throw these weights off my poor back
and someday,
I'LL PREVAIL
My efforts will rage from day to night
until I see my future shining bright
I'll learn facts of history, english, science, math
use my artistic talents to pave my path
read in books great tales of glory
Hear them in the musicals
write the songs my bright heart sings
record the plots my wild mind rings
discover me through the shapes and colors
reflect my soul unto a once-white page
for life is a smooth, clean canvas and I will paint with every hue
i say:
to truly have real joy : just be the greatest you.