my intelligence is not defined by a number, nor a letter. nor should I be graded on a curve by people who don’t know me. What does knowing the pythagorean theorem have to do with me being a good person? what will memorizing words on a page help me with my rage raging about how education has become this conveyor belt chewing up and spitting out society’s warped up idea of intelligence. Throw me in a classroom with twenty-something students just to tell me I’m better than him but not as smart as her teachers saturating our brains with force fed textbook equations telling us this is what we have to know to make it “make it on time”, they say “Passing it in late is not okay” but when I am eventually thrown out of this conveyor belt of education the realization will be that life does not have a set schedule. my life will not change on time, as you ask I cannot cram my creativity onto a five-paragraph piece of paper. I cannot crunch my knowledge down onto six pages about who I am Don’t ...
I'm already thinking about how to not poetically write a poem I m already thinking of how to not drop a tear And yet from a far distance I look at you jumping in a deep talk with her She was looking at me and laughs And unluckily, I am an over-thinker I kept pretending that I don't care That her giggles didn't get me He was grinning and for while I was wondering If our secret is no longer undercover I was blaming myself for trusting him Recognizing it too late Two people ended up as a strangers But can we think of it for a while Even if you pretend not to know that person Seeing his face wake up the hidden cell of ur body Every cell that watched your fingers writing every word you wrote on your keyboard Speechless in fact Where are my secrets? Are they roaming know between teens? Does everyone knows about it yet? I am too dumb. I wish I listened to my best friend! Wish I was mature enough to learn from my mistakes I regret it now Here is a new r...
the mental obsessions I fought for so long? This is the beginning of patient art letting you go It takes courage to not be the same remind yourself that you breathe in every day It may be tough to concentrate on living sometimes There will be hard breakdowns on your way You are born to be remembered with no blame Overplay the song that you love Cause love is not a vibe between two selves it can affect your mood or the way you dress Love is a phantom I appreciate you have been living a pure life So stop for a second and call the lord to push you tight You won't understand the pain unless you scratch your skin. Until your blood falls on the bathroom floor Or at least your pillow gets wet every night Then you will realize that pain is not a feeling Pain is a ghost, an uncompleted plan So remember that you breathe out every day I know that you can't feel lonely unless no one is around you can't cry unless it's dark Without he...
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