Audacity

My hand isn’t raised

My mouth isn’t flapping

Call on my, why?

I’m just your sapling

You ask for an answer

I have nothing to say

What about English

Math or History?

OK, I get it

I have to speak

Just don’t expect eloquence

My voice is a squeak

I finish and wait

You judge my reply

While I sink in my chair

You give me the eye

Clearly, I wasn’t right

Did I miss something vital?

Don’t get so pompous

‘Teacher’s’ just your title

You talk like you know

But you always forget

There’s more outside books

So leave your limits unset

Have you heard what we say,

Discussed, more or less?

We’re not all obvious

As you seem to guess

I try again, but

You blabber and spat

“Wait, what about—?”

“Enough about that!”

I groan with the class

At your ‘No’s’ and your ‘Can’t’s’

If you’d just stop

And give us a chance

We try to focus—

“Are you listening?”

What’s the point

If it’s not interesting?

One talks back

Oh, we’re tenacious

“You’re all misbehaving!

Oh goodness gracious!”

Will you ever offer?

And let me talk

All I ask

Is you don’t gawk

Deny or not

You have narrowed wits

So “Teacher”

Let me tell you this

I maybe be young

and you, well… old

But pause a moment

Let me be bold

Sit back for once

Sip coffee out your cup

While I free my voice

You will shut the hell up