The students have Questions

El-Shaddai Fessehatsion ‘24 

I have so many questions 

So many thoughts  

But a voice so quiet

And young

It is drowned in the echos 

it holds no power 

They all decide what I learn 

As I sit back and watch  

Like an owl observing the world 

My life falls into their hands

How come my voice does not matter?

I am right here

I shout

 

Ask me what I want 

My shouts turn to murmurs

Trying to differentiate right and wrong 

I stumble around seeking the answer