Bianca McCowat Poetry

For thirteen years,
we're graded down.
We're given pencils,
we learn to frown.

For thirteen years,
we're told the rules.
We're mixed with friends,
we become the fools.

For thirteen years,
we're criticised.
We're lonely souls,
we have no eyes.

For thirteen years,
we're told the way.
We're all as one,
we never stray.

For thirteen years,
I've swallowed the pill.
For thirteen years,
I've had no will.

For thirteen years!
and now its done.
It's thirteen years...
You can't spoil the fun.

Poet: Bianca McCowat