That School Poem by C. Albert Andrews

That school

Subject of blame and wrong doing.
Finger pointing, and name calling
Each time I am outside playing.
TaddleTailing when I did nothing
Only I did bad things.

Well known, for wrong doing.
Couldn't hide from stereotyping
Never a chance to explain the complaining
Guilty before anyone listen
That school, doesn't worth returning!

Twice as hard I worked in class
Seldom rewarded for simple task
Achievements and competence made no sense
As no one came to my defense.

A giant step I was forced to take
From that school I must now make.
So all bad memories I will erase

Carl Albert Andrews