Math Class

combination of hating math class and the nature of females in my school

I'm sitting in class, a zombie to geometry.

Staring out the window, searching for my

escape.

Somewhere where angles, theorems, proofs don't matter.

Who the hell needs it?

A jumble in my head, totally nonsensical, like a pregnant man.

Averting my gaze from the horror-filled board,

I see my classmates.

Prisoners of math.

Held captive in this hellhole, equally confused.

And not caring.

All around me, girls trying too hard.

Over-straightened hair,  f r a y i n g   at the ends. 

Dead like their souls.

Souls quick to back stab and wipe the blood from their knife on their tight jeans careful not to drip on their Uggs.

Mascara-caked eye lashes, sticky glossed up lips, fake nails tapping the sound of death against their desks.

Nothing about these girls is real. 

I don't belong here.

My fourteen dollar purse spills out my 99 cent chap-stick and hand-me-down calculator.

Striving to be myself, unique,

slowly being squelched by this 

brainwashing.

If <ABC = 40 degrees, then you lose your individuality.

Prove it?

You want a f*****g proof?

Good luck, just fail another quiz.

Chomping gum, texting behind purses,passing notes.

All a facade to hide what was once a heart.

Eagerly awaiting the sweet sound of the bell,

rushing to flirt with boys who will just use them.

As I pack up y discount school supplies,

I walk on. 

Alone, but me.

 

Reviews

[seal]

Freakin' awesome poem! I love how certain words are different from the other ones. I also like how you describe all the girls around you. I love people that like being different and don't want to be just like everyone else: "cool" and I absolutley LOVE that last line. "Alone, but me." The bold on the "but me" part shows you confidence and bring YOU out. Really nice job. REALLY nice job.

[LitBlogger]

Wow! That was quite an enjoyable read. I love how you captured the essence of high school from a normal girl's perspective. Excellent, compelling and poetic. Good job.
-LitBlogger

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I love the form of the poem, it's just like a lesson in a student's copybook when trying out different ways of writing what's on the damned board because of boredom.

Other than that I enjoyed it that you put yourself and the classmates on the same level, as in all being bored in class, only to better differentiate them later. I also find your misanthropic views in that brief display of a typical moment in teenage life really interesting. As well as the will not to fall into society's trap of conformity, even if it's at the cost of self-removal from society.

I hope I didn't presume too much. In any case, I enjoyed reading this.

[Coyote Poetry]

I didn't like advance math classes. After 2 plus 2 why do we need all the theories. In a life we will use only basic math skills unless you want to be a scientist. A outstanding poem of a day with math. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Ryou]

I like the reality of it.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

lol. This reminds me of my geometry class.
Awesome! I love the "proof" thing.