*Disclaimer: This poem is not written from my perspective. It is written from the viewpoint of students who experience education inequality.
packed with students, rushing to class
filled with brightly colored posters
and the smell of whiteboard markers
the ones we take for granted now
but will want to thank later
cover the desks in the back row
documenting the fleeting thoughts of teenage girls
When will you realize?
We have hallways, classrooms, teachers and doodles
But our hallways are dirty
the floors haven't been washed in years
the linoleum is badly cracked
our classrooms are poorly lit
and don't have enough desks to seat our whole class
some kids sit on the floor
our teachers want to teach us
but instead they test us
and then hang their heads in disappointment when we don't do well
our doodles aren't about sports or fashion
they are about the places we work after school
when we should be doing homework or playing ball
my parents tell me "stay in school", "school is important"
how do I reply?
as long as my hallways and classrooms and teachers and doodles
are the way they are
I am better off
anywhere but school.