Uneven Chalk Lines

“Uneven Chalk Lines” By Major Blanks In classrooms bright with paper dreams, Where learning flows in steady streams, There hides a whisper, faint and low — A truth that many boys might know. The girls sit neat with bows and pride, With teachers often on their side. “She's so polite!” “Her work’s so clean!” While I get scolded for being seen. A raised hand earns a shining smile, Mine’s ignored once in a while. They say, “Be calm, don’t speak so loud,” While cheering her in every crowd. When grades are dropped or tempers flare, They’re met with patience, extra care. But if I slip or show some heat, I’m told to "man up," take my seat. I’m not against their rise or praise — They’ve earned their light in countless ways. But still I ask, just don’t forget, That boys have feelings, worries, sweat. We learn with hearts that beat the same, Yet sometimes play a different game. Not looking for a crown or prize — Just fairness seen through both our eyes. So teach us both with open mind, Let strength in all our voices shine. The classroom should be safe and free, For every version of "me".