Book 2: A Poem About Testing
20 minutes on the clock.
My brain is sweating.
My pencil’s racing through pages.
My hands are crying
“I can’t take it anymore.”
My eyes cry onion tears
Oh no! 10 minutes left
One passage blank
One response half done
The pale chalk
In my teacher’s hand
Mocking my pain
As she erases the numbers and says
“Two minutes left”
Smoke is coming out of my ears
What does “dismal” mean?
I need an ambulance
My heart is going to come out
My hands have a cold
It’s shaking as I circle
The letter B
I am drunk
I’m shrinking
And the room is getting bigger
HELP!
5,4,3,2,1…TIME’S UP!
Nearing the end of the school year we have all of our finals coming up. Last Monday I took my final for French 102 at the City College. I thought it would take me about 40 minutes, but i was so wrong. It took me 2 whole hours! I hope my other finals don’t take that long! Comment below what tests you have to take.
Rhythmic Rhymes: Poetry 5 Days a Week 