A Foreign Affair

Teachers try to understand us

And understand where we’re coming from

Because us as students

We unite as one

They figure if they understand one

They have us all figured out

But they will never understand what we are all about

We are stereotyped and categorized, analyzed and criticized

But half of us are up to not good

In the teachers’ eyes

Most of us really want to learn

We really do

But the main thing that is stopping us is mainly you

Please take no offence

I’m just explaining from a student’s point of view.

Tags: Brittany Holder, Life

Sometimes when I’m alone, I think to myself

I think “man you need help”

Because sometimes I wonder why

Why do you cry?

Every time you write,

I say, something is not right

What is wrong with me?

God why did you give this gift to me

Why? Why? Why me?

Because every time I write

It always hurts me

Even though every time after I write

I feel free

I feel as if something was lifted

Off of me that is

Sometimes I feel as if I’m a little kid

Not appreciating what I have

Always told some people would die for what you have

I was gonna make this my last poem

But I’m not

Hopefully one day when I write it won’t hurt me

It won’t bring tears to my eyes

Every time I write, I won’t have to cry

To feel it

To recognize, that with this pen in my hand

What I am writing is real.

Tags: Brittany Holder, Emotional, The Last Poem