My Mom Didn'T Understand
My Mom didn't understand
why I had quit High School,
it had nothing to do with the kids
I didn't find them to be cruel.
I had a lot of friendships
ones I will never forget,
they helped me when I was feeling low
I will forever be in their debt.
I enjoyed being in High School
looked forward to it every day,
but there was one teacher
that always stood in my way.
I picked a class I wanted
when I was in grade nine,
it was Home Economics class
an easy hill to climb.
I started High School
passed grade nine, went on to ten,
from these words right now
my heart will never mend.
My grade ten teacher
was a cruel, old b!tch,
still today, I'm telling you
I do indeed have a nasty itch.
She decided to tell me
I didn't belong in her class,
I argued with her a bit
got up, left, told her to kiss my ass.
I told her I picked this class
when I was doing my forms in grade nine,
making clothes and cooking
my teacher left me blind.
My Mom didn't understand
why I had quit High School,
it wasn't the kids that bothered me
it was the teacher, that was being cruel.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Apr.24/2015
This is basically a follow-up, to my poem titled, "Love Who You Are." I was not only bullied by kids almost my entire life, but teachers too. I didn't say a damn word to my homeroom teacher, to make her say what she said. She told me, I didn't belong in her class. It was only a class for grades 11 and 12 students only. I tried to stand my ground, but she left me crying and leaving the class instead. After that happened, I never went back. It was almost the end of the school year and I was going to be going into grade 11, but she stopped it from happening. Thanks a lot A$$HOLE!!!!!
Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2016
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