11th Grade English
Ms. Goodman, Ms. Goodman
Why can’t you see
What this poetry,
Does to me?
It knicks me, it kicks me,
It makes me cry
Sometimes Ms. Goodman, I want to die!
Ms. Goodman, Ms. Goodman
I’m calling your bluff,
Can’t you see that we’ve had enough
Of this poetry stuff
Ms. Goodman, Ms. Goodman
In final retort
I’m saying this as last resort
To the office I will report,
Unless you stop this torture, in short.
Our perspective, our reality.
Can it shift before my mortality?