Today we have Jess, a remarkable young lady from the U.K.

with a particularly pertinent perspective on the class system in schools and universities in the United Kingdom.  She can be found here:    

http://allpoetry.com/EternitysLastWish

Monotony

You shouldn't lift a finger to people who are

better than you, so you don't.

This is the drill we know, the routine they expect.

Just scurrying past the cast-iron gates leaves me dry-mouthed.

They line the pavements,

dominant males roosting at the bus stop, hands on the smalls

of the female backs. Filthy yet so clean.

Clack, clack, clack in my bedraggled skirt. 

A big white starry jacket. The zip's stuck.

They erode your dignity slowly, as they notice these things.

"Where do you shop?" hollow laughter.

Empty vessels, "where do you shop?"

you want to ask why their tongue has more power than

their mind, but you don't.

"Charity handouts?"

Clink, clink, clink, you've paid for this.

A swish of perfect hair

clucking at the scraggy ravens on the opposite side of the road.

Tottering along a sacred pavement, thighs hugged together by firm 

pressed black

pull it down over the knees when the organ starts.

Long hours, straight backed, uttering

breathless litanies of words

they will never understand.

One girl even fainted.

Talk of Oxbridge, aren't they. 

They pick their way past you, a breeze of refined

masculinity. Snap.

You can smell it on their starched white collars,

smell it on their necks.

Be sure to check her out using the link above.