Wrote this for fun, but I might use it in a slam. Tell me what you think!
To my terrible English teacher, who seems to think that all teens are the same and they all think they're immortal. Giving us a test every day won't prove that we've learned anything.
______________________________________________________________
I'm just a girl
you know, one of those
broken, insecure, colourful kids
the ones you say aren't immortal.
You're right, by the way.
When I wake up every morning and I
brush my teeth and there's blood in the sink
I don't think
Hey, I'm gonna live forever!
I think
Holy shit, I'm gonna bleed to death!
And yeah, it never happens
but don't you think that maybe
when I walk into school tasting metal
I feel more mortal than you ever have?
or at least I think
damn, I need to take better care of my gums.
And I don't know much about life
but I'll tell you what I do.
I'll tell you; I don't live for notebooks
or the test on last week's test on testing
I live for
Did you know that Ring Around the Rosies is about the plague?
I live for
Screw that test on Act three, let's act it out.
I live for life
not fluorescent lights on question sheets.
You know what else I know?
I know I'm not the only dreamer.
I know that there are hundreds of other
broken, insecure, colourful kids
just dying to get up out of that seat
and live for once, learn that knowledge
isn't paper and well-chewed erasers.
It's breathing all around them.
And one day, I'll scoop up all those so-called immortals
and I'll hand them everything I know.
It's not much,
but I'll teach them to live.
Or at least
I'll dream about it.
