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a poem on how as a student we feel about the teachers sometimes class project i did |
The teachers By: Victoria Buskey When they bring people down they must gain. When you're around them there is some sort of pain. emotionally or phiysically let them decided. It won't be the first time they made a child cry. They claim without them our lives won't be made. They decide to threaten us with our grades. They say without them wher will we be? We respond you do you,and i do me! They act like they're better because of where they're from. But how comes when we look at them they seem like bums? But don't get me wrong they can be kind. As if their temper and anger somehow rewinds. Yes, we know they can be rude. But guess what I can and will show my attitude. They get buck, so will I. By the end some one's going to cry. She decides to get big. I'll go ahead and snatch that wig! Somedays we'll like them somedays we don''t. We argue about what we will and won't. If it's up to us their lives would be a lonely abyss. I don't know about y'all, but I don't have time for this. They will have to understand they will not always get their way. They will have to get used to that we're here to stay! |