Not a joke
I'm annoyed
Working hard
For each grade
Take little rest, though I should
While for you
It's what?
A silly game
You ding this, that
We spoke, thought all was understood
But no the
C, D, F
Will dig their own graves
I contest
I protest, I don't agree
For none of those grades
Fit any part of me
I am no child
No beginning writer
Not a teenager either
I'm a warrior
You know how I feel?
You haven't a clue
Try walking even half a mile
In my shoes
Through blood, sweat, and tears
Along with hard won years
Happened before I could start this degree
Hey what do you know about
Someone chronically ill working on their PhD
Qualitative courses are all that you teach
Well no wonder you're so out of reach
Being tough is fine, but you've got to be fair
Otherwise all you're doing,
Is blowing hot air
I disagree with my grades for this class
I contest, I protest, I shall not let it pass
Over $3200 every 6 weeks I pay
It's not something one throws away
So above you, I have now gone
To make damn well sure something is done
I'm a straight A student halfway to the finish
My hard earned GPA, you shall not diminish
One way or another something must give
For some semblance of reality to be achieved
Your confusing directions led me here
But unlike others, I will not disappear
A passing grade isn't good enough for me
Not after the hard work I put in consistently
I disagree with what happened in this class
I contest, I protest, I shall not let it pass.
YOU ARE READING
My Warrior Path (Book 6)
PoetryMy 6th poetry book starts September 10, 2018. After Walking Forward to the Beginning, it's now time to head towards the future and all of my goals and dreams; a warrior marching down her path as depicted on the cover. This book will also be edgier t...
