Infatuated Bliss

Dear English Classes,

I was constantly told that English was about the human experience

That it's about expression

But it's not

It's all about essays with four to five paragraphs

How did you use a comma or even a damn period

If English is about the human experience

Then let me share my experience

Let me tell you how I got here

Let me tell you why I'm here

Let me tell you who I am

Let me tell you about my family

Let me tell you about the people I thought were friends

Let me tell you my story

Let me tell you how the hell I'm still standing here, in front of you today, alive and feeling okay, but at the same time I'm not okay

Let me tell you how I feel like drowning in my own blood every day

Let me tell you that I didn't even bother to eat the entire day nor the past week

Let me tell you-

Let me tell you that,

I used writing as an escape

I used the language I speak and threw it onto a word document to express myself

I used everything I was taught in English Class to create this poem

But what I learned and actually took away wasn't how to write a persuasive essay

It wasn't how to properly use a semicolon

It wasn't how to spellcheck your work

It wasn't whatever the hell else you learn in English

Because God knows I slept through most of it and still passed top of my class

What I took away from that class was how I could use writing and make it my own

Turn it into a style that I created and used it to create a rhythm that represented how I felt when I felt like dying, living, joy, strife, frustration, love

And you wanna know how I learned that?

I first learned, when my teachers would start yelling at me because I didn't write like a damn robot who'd follow the guidelines or structure or a fucking graphic organizer

I learned how to write, when I stopped trying to make my work rigour enough

I became a writer, when I stopped listening to the numbers, 1;2;3;4

And if you know what that means, you know your grades depend on those numbers

You know that 1, 2, 3, 4 are your lifelines on an essay

If I have one thing to say to my English Classes,

Not my teachers,

I mean some of them were dicks so they're included in it, but the rest are okay

It'd be,

Screw, you

Yours truly,

GuyWearingAHoodieWithHentaiOnIt