Thirty students
One exhausted art teacher
Half a rotten canvas
Twenty paintbrushes
Lots of numbers
Numbers numbers numbers crunching
Student 30 has done an acrylic
Student 12 made a sculpture
What have I made?
I have produced nothing...
"Young lady, you need to finish the assignment"
My canvas is a rotten, sad nothing
I close my eyes I'm tired tired tired
And when I open them
The canvas is covered in me
Bits of me and color are everywhere
The painting is so ugly
"Roll up your sleeves, young lady, you're getting paint on yourself"
Panic. No.
I slap her hands away
No no no don't touch my arms
If she sees my tally marks
She will send me away
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