Dear Professor

They say Community College is a waste of time,
federally funded and not much worth of its education,
lowest in its elite-ness in comparison to university.
I guess the amount of money you put into it
determines how successful you will be.

And I,

I have none.

Third in my class,
never missed a day,
president of a group of students--
who would one day live up to great things.
Leader of a department at nineteen
Hell, even having building keys!

All of that means nothing.

But Dear professor,
I know we are not in high school anymore,
But is rounding even in your dictionary?

Did you not understand the heart of this situation,
that I've sat, crying, believing--
I've wasted my time,
my whole semester murdered by one.
Test Question.

But my Dear Professor,
why is it that all the years you have studied
never spark a line of mercy?
Remembrance of the reality
that-- We Students --go days,
starving,
Just to have enough pennies
to spend another hour in your hall.

Pennies that were used to buy
the desks that barely have enough space to write the words
'Future Success'.

Potential.
We are merely potential.
A word that speaks to a veteran mind,
not good enough.

Potential.
[Quote] Having or showing
the capacity to become
or develop into something in the future.
[End Quote]

We are merely a statistic
in correlation to the very numbers we call our IDs,
just. a number.

My Dear Professor,
No amount of Trigonometry you teach
is enough proof
To the dollar amount put on your class.

You see, I paid attention in your class!
Work equals a force times a distance.
The force of mental stress pounding our souls
across the distance of life in pity and toil
equaling the work we pride in.

My Dear Professor
Do my smudges on the chalk board
make sense to you now?
I know I am trying to dust off my mistakes
and what I am asking is selfish.
But, the eyes know when they are seen as
failure. You've broken my glass to
what I thought was a clear cut future.

~

My Dear Professor.
I stand here today, nodding--
acknowledging my faults,
fighting my grievances,
harpooning my demons
so they can burn at the stake.
And their ashes I've gathered
can be reincarnated for my future, stronger.

My Dear Professor
I wish you well among the future students
knowing more dream you will indeed
crush. And I am not sorry.
Not sorry for the lessons that
need to be learned
now and forever.

Potential.
Urban dictionary: [Quote]
The untapped ability to achieve
success.
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