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
