Titled "english class," this short poem is a quiet act of rebellion against the kind of writing school teaches. The speaker says they don't speak in parallel structure, the tidy, matching pattern of phrasing that teachers often praise. Instead, they think in "chaotic narrative" and write in "fragments." Those are usually treated as mistakes, but here the speaker owns them as part of who they are.
The poem also quietly breaks its own rule. Its lines are all built the same way, starting with "I," so it almost has the parallel structure it denies. That repetition makes the speaker sound steady and sure, even while describing a messy mind. The line "I love too hard" stands out as the emotional center, suggesting that the speaker's untidiness comes from feeling deeply. Repeating the first line at the end closes the poem like a shrug or a refusal to apologize. The mood is defiant, honest, and a little vulnerable.