I Can’t Hear You, It’s Picture Day

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I Can’t Hear You, It’s Picture Day

Day after day,

I find myself throwing on

the same uniform…

Shirt, blazer and

can’t forget the smile,

Photographers say cheese

Though I feel they could say please

At least once in a while.

Once a year

I neglect all tears

Some given by peers

Just to deliver a moment captured

By the institution,

Mums paying for overpriced pictures with

Fake smiles,

That’s one hell of a conclusion.

And when it’s not this,

I’m playing tunes on a horn I know not

Too well,

Ironically it drowns out just how much

Thy own teacher and

Part time music preacher,

does yell…

“Play like this, Play like that,

Play C sharp, Play B flat!”

His voice bellows in my soul

Like a trombone

Thoughts between each note is

When can I be left alone?

Mathematics hurts my self esteem too,

Educators thinking I don’t know the

Value of 2+2,

“My future looks bleak”

Said an educator,

With all of the above,

I hope for a saviour.

Horns, Lessons and photos,

Not the best examples

If school wanted some promo,

But I guess

These are just some memories

Of school I never say,

Whatever advice you have for me?

I can’t you hear it’s you,

It’s picture day

Poem and art by Shaquille-Aaron Keith