Callie's+Page-Poetry

Black shiny shoes are pinching my toes, Surely blisters will show their ugly heads, Watching the clock, Waiting for the end, Teacher you have told us torture is wrong...

You have told us to be different, You have told us to be ourselves, Were all these just lies, Is this how you get your high?

Unique is a strange word, A definition is given, A promise is broken, Uniforms come before unique, In dictionaries and life... Strange

Can you see me, In this sea of same? Am I different? Or am I the trampled peasant, Below your royal cares?

Polyester pants the color of dust, Polo shirts with a collar brushing my neck, Its 90 degrees and the classroom is baking, Impossible to tell if I can take it.