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Here I am at Public
School
Here I am at Public School,
Where there is no more Prayer;
Mother would Home-School me but,
At home she's never there.
She really does not realize,
Each day what I must face;
Tho' I'm only twelve years old,
My School is a disgrace.
And mother does not understand,
Why I feel bad each day;
Kids are mean to me at school,
When I won't go "their way."
Coz Jesus lives within my heart,
At School, I don't fit in;
God, I see and hear the things,
That You have said are 'SIN'.
I said my Prayer over lunch,
And Teacher fussed at me;
But I always say my blessing, so
I hid where she couldn't see.
At School are gangs who like to fight-
They use Your Name in Vain;
In class I Witnessed to a friend,
-Got demerits by my name.
And I told my Teacher yesterday
'Evolution' was a lie;
She sent me to the Principal,
So I began to cry.
I wish that mother understood,
So I wouldn't have to go;
Into that Public School each day-
Lord help my mom to know.
If Home-Schooled I will work so hard
And all my homework do!
Then I could pray whenever I,
Wanted to talk to You.
If it's okay I'm begging now,
God I've never begged before;
Please ask mother not to send,
Me to that School no more.
By Tammy Boatman-Young
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