I have not raised my hand in years MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

I have not raised my hand in years.
Mostly I sleep in the mornings
and intothe afternoons.
I cannot listen to everything I am supposed to know.
Youask me to learn from your mistakes.
You ask me to learn from chalk and ablackboard.
You ask me to learn from a keyboard and screen.
With neonlights and metal chairs and wooden rulers.
I have not raised my hand inyears.
You say it's normal.
Everything is normal these days.
We areaccepting skin and bones.
Purple, green, and black pills.
Closed eyes.Tightly shut eyes.
I speak with chapped lips
of all the journals I willnever fill,
of all the hands I will never hold,
of all the nights I liewhimpering and defeated
staring out my window
and lives I will neverhave.
Because I am too afraid to raise my hand
and ask for them.
Andmostly I sleep in the mornings
and into the afternoons.
Because when Isleep
I do not have to carry the weight of my questions.
Or the weight ofhaving so few answers.
And when I dream my hand is always up
and we are allawake
and I learn from your mistakes.
I open up and I am sitting in a metalchair
with a silent voice
in the last row of my classroom.
I have notraised my hand in years.
Because I know I will be wrong.
And I will laughlike a clown at everything I do not know.





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on Sep. 15 2010 at 2:13 pm
lizzie625 SILVER, Monument, Colorado
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Favorite Quote:
“When you're taught to love everyone, to love your enemies, then what value does that place on love?” -marilyn manson

And my mind will lay in a coma; questions and answers seperated like oil and water in a mason jar. The hopital's employees will slither into my subconscious dressed like teachers, with rulers for scalpels and students with small white erasers for pills. Then with delicate movements and greedy eyes they will raise my limp arm and call my name. However, I will not ask my question for they will have no answer.

 

and,

of course,

                i

                      am

                                 sedated.



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