Decisions

• Nathan Hills, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2015

Chains, sprout from a bottomless pit to wrap around my chest
drilling into my soul of what you think is best
like the configuration of my imagination of this interrogation
My imagination is hidden by this congregation
Your the torch-bearer lighting dark tunnels of my qualification
and that education is the medication to get a job or profession
let me ask you a question, does writing a mathematical equation
give me qualification, if my profession is my passion
You are many, in which influence many more.
living in the congregation of flaws.
Giving out test exams when all I want to do is draw
as if by law we had to score
You strip us of our creativity and ingenuity
simply by studying relativity and congruence
Your a teacher not a preacher so teach me
The choice of what you teach should be made independently