Mama, School Has Rejected Me Poem by Michael Eziudo

Mama, school says to me
I do not want an oval face with curvy eyes, slim brows, and straight eyelashes
With dimples, pink lips and diastema
No, I should go away she says to me
With my ringed neck, figure-eight shaped body and all feminine endowments nature blessed me with

School says to me
I should not continue to come to her
With my smooth light complexioned skin
And the shoulder high that tells of confidence
With my broad chest
And seemingly thick neck
And flat tummy that soon may be housing six packs
She says if I must come
I should keep away all nature's gift of masculinity and pride

That I should pocket my extroversion and introversion
Timidity and bravery if I must mingle hand in hand with her

That beauty and personality are not in her place to note and use

Mama, school says to me
The ability to use stringed and wind instruments for their purposes
And convert the nature's gifts into harmoniousmelodious tunes is a waste of her efforts
That why should I weave wool and cotton into clothes when all I should focus on is to use pen and paper

School says to me
I'd be nothing if all I know in my blocked head is how to douse my opponents and stupefy my spectators on the tracks and in the fields
If I derive joy alone from using pliers, screwdrivers and hammers
Putting red and black where they should connect
And nails into the woods to join them right

That these are not in her place to harness

Mama, don't push me to go back to school
When all she does is repeat things that have been said over and again
Long before you even were born
And make me sit in one place
Facing one direction
And loading my head with talks I'd neither ever use nor apply
Gibberish that are far from the realities, fun and purpose of life
And the supposed teacher that should have been just a guide
Does all the talking to us a little and to herself the most
Although in pain and anguish I manage to stay

But it has gotten school here on her jaw
Long after I'd had it
And we came to a truce
If I must do what I'd find joy and satisfaction doing
Then let me go
Mama, school has rejected me
There's no place for my kind in her bosom