Without A Gun

Morning comes,
My alarm goes off,
I get up off of those papers,
Those empty papers,
That I haveto turn in,
I slovenly put them into my binder.

Walking into the entrance,
I can't believe I have the audacity,
To go in unprepared,
My life in strands,
It's like walking into war,
Without a gun in my hands

Teachers tell me to take out the paper,
And I do as I'm told,
It rankles them,
As they watched my empty page unfold.

I stay there,
Lackadaisical as I came,
And take the rebuke,
My expressions the same.

She takes the paper,
He rebuffs my work,
It's like walking into war,
Without a gun in my hands.