Cornered
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Why do I sit here in class?
Not ready to listen,
Never paying attention.
Just staring in the corner.
There’s nothing special about it,
No window,
Nothing.
Just a french student’s project,
a table,
a computer.
I try to pronounce the french,
Drawn to all the colors of paper,
Studying my reflection
In the computer monitor.
Staring off into space,
Thinking of fun.
Playing with my earrings,
Rubbing my celtic cross necklace.
I’m tired,
I don’t want to be here,
But I’m not leaving,
I can’t go anywhere.
School can drive you crazy,
But it’s better than a job,
All you gotta do is listen,
And remember what you heard.
