there are so many things <br />that i can not understand <br />that are not made clear <br />by teachers at the stands <br />six hours a day i speend <br />sitting and listning trying <br />to learn all these things. <br />yet having no one that will show me <br />how it all ends <br />the storys change and bend <br />they have protection of laws and men <br />but why cant i mintion my god <br />and am told that there are so many others? <br />why can i not tell them what i think <br />on so many occasions when others are so open? <br />why does its seem that i'm so full of never ending questions? <br />there has to be a day that we can stand and say <br />'we do not get this now pleace explain! ' <br />but a hand is raised and told to be put down <br />a childs curiosity is then snuft out. <br />inquiering minds love to learn <br />so they say but who wants to ask when the result is the same? <br />'put down your hand we have to move on.' <br />why? why must we move on? <br />cant we try just one more time? a little bit more clearly <br />and i think that it could be mine! <br />when will it be my time to shine? ? !<br /><br />chantel weston<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/teachers-awnsers-to-all-our-questions/
