Journal 13 | Funding, Control, & Reform | Wendy Wu

I sit here,

crowded classroom,

as if

the walls

close in on me,

absorbing each breath that I take,

leaving me empty,

empty of knowledge.

Books,

cry in the corner,

untouched,

pages dangling from the edge,

damaged from

colliding with walls,

rather than

soaking

children with knowledge.

Desks,

scream of pain,

left a

welcoming, warehouse home

of appreciation

for a

mad scientist experiment,

to be scraped,

scarred with the

sharpness of knives.

I sit here,

in this crowded classroom,

with a thirst for knowledge,

but this thirst

is not quenched,

I ask for

new

books

desks

an education

so

please

abolish proposition 13.