The Child Sits in School
She doesn�t bother anyone.
She dreams about spying.
She thinks about flying.
She wonders how it feels to be a bird.
She doesn�t bother anyone.
She�s lost in her zone.
But she feels all alone.
To think she knows what�s happening is absurd.
She doesn�t bother anyone.
She hears the bell.
And says farewell.
All day long she didn�t hear a word.
She thinks about the child.
She�s very very bright,
But her brain is out in flight.
That child, she�s just way behind in school.
She thinks about the child.
She�s not like all the rest.
Don�t the parents do their best?
Some discipline will make her follow the rules.
She worries about her child.
Can�t you give her a hand?
And help her understand?
There are just too many others in this school.
Her sorrow overwhelming.
We don�t want medication
Because of overpopulation.
She always manages to pass the test.
She talks about the child.
She needs to pay attention.
Oh and also I should mention,
She needs to fit the mold like all the rest.
Her anger overwhelming.
She�s not vegetative,
It�s a gift that she�s creative!
It�s this atmosphere I really must protest.
She doesn�t bother anyone.
They think that I am bad
Because of daydreams that I had.
School is now a thing that I detest�
Kimberlee Cowan
February 5, 2002
