They

Raise your hand is what they say

Almost every single day

I just sit there hands in my lap

Trying not to listen to this crap

Life is hard thats what everyone says

Why are they saying this? To make us feel dead?

The freedom of speech is what this is

But they never listen they just quiz

What do you know? Your here to learn!

But freedom is what I really yearn

Freedom to talk not off topic but just aloud

I don't get it I admit it I'm not that proud

Freedom of choice of what to eat

Instead what they give us is grade A meat

A now there is a letter I love to hate

I make them all now get this straight

A is not how I want to be known

M-E is how I want to be shown

Me just a person not a race or stereotype

I don't like to be chosen its just not right

This poem is for you people who love to think

We don't know anything we just sit here and blink

But if we don't know anything teach us right

We are waiting for something for anything tonight

I'm sitting here in anger squeezing my fists

I'm not acting on fear isn't this bliss

I'm a good child I do what I'm told

But I listen to their conversations their words are cold

They like to sit there and criticize

But do nothing in return. All I'm asking is why?

Why do they sit there and do nothing about it

I'm here wondering are they gonna do something? I doubt it

So get out of your chair and do something for me

Speak your mind to the government please

I'm just one but you are many

Together one country in unity