An Education (poem)

I.

My first day of school

I cried for my mother.

Exasperated,

my teacher sent me to the principal,

who, in desperation, gave me a newspaper

that I did not yet know how to read.

II.

Emma.

She called me fat,

and teased me.

Keri.

She pretended to be my friend,

all the while bullying and trying to control me.

My biggest lesson of elementary school:

It’s not okay to be myself.

III.

The school counselor could not help me.

I was on the bottom of the cheerleaders’ pyramid.

I pretended to lose my math book

so I would miss the bus.

My popular friend

could not make me popular.

IV.

College.

Working two jobs,

going to school full time.

Breaks are for studying and homework.

I am incredulous

when my professor is incredulous

that I don’t want to tutor for her.

“It’s only an hour a week.”

I don’t even have time to eat.

V.

My BA gathers dust

and I gather dust.

I was a fool to get a diploma

in a language I already speak.

A subject that only taught me

how to write poems

about how education sucks

Published by GhoulieJoe

I wuvs the horror movies and like to write snarky reviews about them. I also included some pretentious as hell microfiction (don't worry, it's at the bottom).

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