Does any body know how to write a poem about going to th grade?

It’s been awhile in seventh grade,

And now to summer and some shade.

But ninety days of school reprieve

Is not enough for solace to relieve

The stress of school and fitting in.

Will number eight be more like men

A grade of hormones mounting climb

In packs of alpha males discharging slime?

My fears begin to grip like prisons;

I can’t escape all confrontations.

If I have to bludgeon bullies everyday,

I’ll have no time for work or play.