Mrs Bailey
I have a bone to pick with you.
You have taken my tie and in exchange
you’ve given me this:
A clip-on incarnation of communist conformity.
Good grades may be the most important thing to you,
And they’re pretty damn important to me too!
But, in taking away our ties, you have taken away
a tiny bit more of what
makes me, me.
And him, him.
And her, her.

And us, us.

And I mean come on,
what difference will it make?

How is a clip on tie going to make me
a better writer?
Or a more fluent spanish speaker?
Or a
MORE
DRAMATIC
ACTOR?

How is a clip on tie supposed to
help me learn when,
all I’m doing in lessons is
scratching
my
neck?