Throwback Thursday Poetry: Tests

the test is hard
the test is long
all the writing
is hurting my arm

i breeze through the parts
that don’t make sense
but when it comes to facts
i am a mess

these tests are unnecessary
they mean nothing to me
but i must take them
for all eternity

tested over everything
i will face someday
but never understanding
until i reach that day

people don’t like tests
they are intimidated, possibly
but when they are confronted
they don’t really complain

this poem doesn’t make sense
i’m not sure what i mean
i’m taking standardized testing
the boredom is captivating me

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

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