Tuesday, February 3, 2015

I'm From

I'm from the dim hollow hallways where students are running to class.

Where teachers leave class unattended outside the doorway to talk on the phone every 30 minutes.

Students are left to make jokes in battle of who will be the king of the class clowns.

I'm room half frozen school lunches and dirty cafeterias. 

Cafeterias taken place downstairs in the basement which smells like mildew and old people.

I'm from classroom doors slamming as the first morning bell rings, teachers yelling at students to "get to class" through the hallway.

Where there are nice colorful classrooms with strict mean teachers.

During gym there are echos hitting the walls of the children's laughter.

Balls bouncing, girls jumping rope, everyone just playing during the favorite part of the day.

I'm from a small clique, hanging out in the stairwells. Hiding from he upperclassmen with their foolish pranks.

3 comments:

  1. I love the imagery you created of your school! You used great detail.

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  2. The detail in this poem gave me a good image of the school.

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  3. Great details! It really paints a picture of your school for the reader.

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