Confessions of a Writing Teacher
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Expanding our knowledge
Day after day
Questons of the youth arise
"why am I here?"
"I swear I heard this last year."
Repetion begins and creativitiy fades
"I want to be more than him
but grades are so dim"
When education fades
and five letters determine our success
we have done something wrong.
Sit down with your papers
and write those rhymes,
novelize those playground fairytales.
Expression and words,
depleting the constant stress of teens.
Inspiring lives of the youth.
I do not want to change my life
I want to better the lives that sit before me.