School Days: A Bad Memory

School is where I have to go,
School is like hell,
School is where my bad points show,
School is a prison cell.

School is where I’m a punch bag,
School is where I’m sent,
School is where I’m called a hag,
School is where I repent,

I met a new kid at school today,
Thought I’d show them around,
They gave me a look that said go away,
Next second I’m on the ground.

School is where we learn,
So here is your education.
Enjoy!

This poem was written/submitted by Jessica Jah.


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One Response to “School Days: A Bad Memory”

  1. Almost like my life but a little different

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