At school I am
the boy worse than death.
Me,
the boy people won’t waste breath on.
Teacher puts me in no-hope group.
No-hope group is for kids who don’t know
numbers,
words,
history,
science,
facts,
neat writing,
behaving,
more.
I do know things.
But teachers never question,
they never ask.
But
I know many things:
books,
music,
ideas,
horses,
more.
Even much English in my head
but
not so well out of my mouth
yet.
Teachers not care because
they only see disorder not student.
Also
I almost went to young people’s jail,
so I always criminal.