I will NOT take down your notes.
You may throw me out of class,
You may give me numerous reasons
As to why I will not pass.
You may call me yet another
Girl who in her crucial years
Has allowed herself to be swayed
By the follies of her peers.
But you won’t scare me enough,
In fact you won’t scare me at all.
Your threats are going to bounce off me
Like a squash ball off a wall.
You think you can entice me
With your torturous pronunciation?
Your lack of vocal clarity,
Your oblivion to punctuation?
Your maddeningly sing-song tone,
Your ponderous text-book-quotes?
You think my academic life
Depends upon YOUR NOTES?
I will sit at the back and read a book,
As for talking, I’ll definitely try.
I’ll draw cartoons suitably shocking
To those with the audacity to pry .
I will openly defy you,
I see no need for pretence.
You may thank me for my honesty.
You can’t have taken offence?