Wendy Golter. - Poem by Bailey Burris
Drama class, whats the use of you?
Teaching us exactly what to do.
I believe in poetry there should be no rules.
It should be from your heart,
About your desires of being a dentist or a cook
It shouldn’t come out of a dirty textbook.
One two, one two, make all the lines rhyme
Teaching kids this should be a crime.
Express yourself, show your true colors this time.
Creativity is wasting a way, down the drain.
I feel like tomorrow, we’ll all be the same
We’ll be a long line of faces, with minds trained.
Try, for a day, instead of getting on those pointless sights, just refrain.
Use your brain.
Write a poem, about anything.
Who’s right is it to say it’s bad?
No one’s going to tell you the feelings you’ve had.
Poetry’s a way to express how you feel.
So take out a pen, and express up a page.
Don’t be afraid, do it before you fade away.
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