Background
I believe this can be a bit of a rough poem about school. I wrote this poem from the perspective of a child with my present thoughts. “My side” is a poem by me combining a child's doubt and my questions. The child is me in the poem myself, in my normal school life’s thoughts.
I look back and I don’t like my school life. I see the pressure of routine, uniform and competition. Where now I am out and I am alone with me. After I realized the whole “society” ( in a bad term) was my own belief against me. And then I saw the beauty of the outside world. I wrote this poem for a belief to myself that I am better than that student in school and greater than those report cards.
I added a “she” in this poem as a symbolism of myself attaching myself in school. A self of survival and safety in me. And I assign my love for drawing with it.
I know that our world isn’t all rainbows and sunshine but for a child it is wonderful and lovely, as it was for me. And it is shown in this poem about the outside world. Also I didn’t try rhymes or sounding techniques. All I wanted to perform was to share my thoughts as a poem and so here it is poem without much rhymes :-
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Poem
“My side”| Why I hate school
I look out and I see the world,
I see motion and then I see me,
Me who is unknown or me who is a student,
I see those colorful clothes outside,
And these shitty ones on my side,
I see a handsome man with long hair,
And I see short ones on my side,
I see world that is real,
And I see us preparing for world that is nowhere,
Because I see love, sharing and moral values outside my window,
But I see ruthless , anger , traumas, rashes within this window,
And I wonder what world I am preparing for ,
Is it the one that is there that is best as it is,
or the ones that remains after we destroy this,
I see competition among us,
But out all I see is care,
She draws and I write,
She is happy with school but, am I?
Do my parents care about love?
Does my teacher care about us?
I hear everyone is selfish,
So I ask why is my heart melting for the poor and sick?
Maybe A long run forever from this all, will show me?
But what am I seeking?
I believe it is living,
Again I see outside world that is happy of dropouts and nongraduate, that is living,
And I see a world of machines and a pen on my side that is downloading!
