6AM I awake heartbeat racing
Is my homework done? Pre-Calc? History?
Here it is, another day to chasing
Away this stress and anxious misery
At sixteen, clothes to wear are hard enough
Yet you think we should make a decision
About our futures? I'm not that tough,
To decide with such fated precision.
Letters and numbers do not define us
But it holds so very, painfully true
Missing work and that useless syllabus
Judgmental teachers don't care about you
A blank face, another silent student
Who will fade into her own despondence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem