Teachers Awnsers To All Our Questions Poem by chantel weston

there are so many things
that i can not understand
that are not made clear
by teachers at the stands
six hours a day i speend
sitting and listning trying
to learn all these things.
yet having no one that will show me
how it all ends
the storys change and bend
they have protection of laws and men
but why cant i mintion my god
and am told that there are so many others?
why can i not tell them what i think
on so many occasions when others are so open?
why does its seem that i'm so full of never ending questions?
there has to be a day that we can stand and say
'we do not get this now pleace explain! '
but a hand is raised and told to be put down
a childs curiosity is then snuft out.
inquiering minds love to learn
so they say but who wants to ask when the result is the same?
'put down your hand we have to move on.'
why? why must we move on?
cant we try just one more time? a little bit more clearly
and i think that it could be mine!
when will it be my time to shine? ? !