School

This human assembly line has left me
sick and jaded. 
This soul-slurping, thought-taming institution, this 
prissy confinement.

Here is where pretty young flowers are
stripped and weeded before bloom. Where
youth’s innocent dreams are built 
a thousand stories high, and hastily
eradicated-all ashes blown away in the colding September
winds, oh the

repetitive tatter of fresh meat, the
humdrum clapping of feet tripping to their lockers.
Oh how all cool summer long I would dread the enviable fall,
because

in these sterile corridors you can stand
lonely-surrounded by unheeding populates, 
each less unique than the last , like a misplaced pariah,
or
a forsaken child, sobbing, crying, lost-alone…
Enclosed in uncaring, strange faces.
Unseen, unnoticed, except by the

misleading words of lesser men,
strangling your heartstrings, burying
deep into your mind, nesting there eternally. An
embarrassment felt long after the
bell rings your rights back. They
stalk you home, whisper
corruptions into your slumbersome fantasies, and 
they will always hurt you, 
always.

                               How one could wear a smile
whilst marching down these 
hideous,
mind numbing tubes-unending miles of stale green,
I do not know.

A monstrous monument to 
monotony,
discrimination, the 
lesser abyss of our society,
is all this is and ever will be.