Also in my class, after we finish a book (we read another one that I will also do a review for (I'm behind on this blog)) we are to create an "artifact", something that we got out of the book. It could be an art project, a piece of writing, whatever. For Fires in the Bathroom I wrote a poem and I would like to share it with you.
This book is partially written by high school students, saying what it is they want out of a teacher. For my "artifact", I wrote a poem about what I might have said to my teachers, had I been a co-author of this book. This poem is very personal, and focuses on how I was suffering through depression very heavily during high school.
So here is my untitled poem:
I am your student
A name on the roster, a body in
the chair.
I am sometimes invisible to
those in the class,
I am sometimes invisible to you.
I don’t always understand what
you say,
Sometimes the words just don’t
make sense.
It doesn’t help with the
pounding in my head,
The constant ache in my chest.
I’m hurting inside, but you don’t
see that,
You don’t even try to look.
You’re doing your job, you think
you are,
You’re teaching and you think
that’s good.
You don’t know that I don’t
sleep at night.
You don’t know I’m hurting
inside.
You don’t understand why I’m so
shy,
You think it’s because I’m dumb.
I’m quiet, I know, but I wish
you would hear
The words that I’m longing to
say.
I wish I could trust you to
listen to me
When I tell you why I am this
way.
I am your student.
A name on the roster, a body in
the chair.
Would you even notice if one day I wasn’t there?
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