They try to figure us out as if we are poems in an English class
They try to dissect us as if we are specimens in a science lab
They try to solve us as if we are problems in a math class
They try to rewrite us as if we are events in a history lesson
They try to fix us as if we are furniture in a carpentry class
They try to mould us as if we are clay in a pottery class
They think they have us memorised, but they don't realise
We aren't their lessons
We are children
just wanting to be taught
how to brave the world
YOU ARE READING
the echo of her thoughts (poetry collection)
PoesíaThis is for all those forgotten thoughts And all those missing dreams Every single unheard wish In faded memories To ideas lost in the space of time And those words drowning in the endless seas You'll always be there echoing The songs of the galaxie...
