Megan Ayscue

Rookie (February 12,1987 / Raleigh)

The Teacher - Poem by Megan Ayscue

I’ll get over my boredom soon. The teacher drones,
Always boring.
She keeps talking,
But I’m not listening.
I already know –
You don’t have to remind me,
I’m not six anymore.
Stop acting like I am.
Does it really matter?
There are better uses for my time
Besides sitting here
Listening to you speak.
None of it makes sense.
What does it mean?
Do I belong here?
I’m better than this.
I’m not six anymore.
She keeps talking
I’m going to walk soon.
My friends are texting me.
I’d rather fail than listen to this.
It’s just so boring.
I don’t really care
But I keep sitting.
Haven’t left yet.
Maybe I should stay.
She keeps talking.
This is my future.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 26, 2006

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