Symphonic BandSymphonic Band.I will always rememberThe laser-eye stare of our band director.We laughed atHow pointless band could be.We never even consideredThat it was the best memory of our lives.But after a while we discoveredThe strict rules.We were forced to obeyEvery single thing Mr. Z said.We heardJust a jumble of notes.We never paid attention toWhat we sounded like.We always focused onLeaving the class.We never looked forward toPlaying with the band.We missed the time we spentWith our true friends.We played every pieceWanting it to be over.We never imaginedThat anyone could love band.We realizedPr
From My Geometry TeacherWaiting and sighing in a world of injustice,Reality clenching to drive him insane.Refusing acceptance inside his own head,Eventually looking for something to gain.When will the justice come? Where could it be?The children need something, that something is me.Running routines for decades or more,All his complaints of the school board he'd preach.Moise and Downs flawless 'till we find mistakes,Learning to question the things that they teach.How can the justice come? I cannot see!But the children have something, that something is me.Fuzzy math on the heater away from the board,Fighting all night, until light of dawn.P