The Babysitter

There she is,

standing there looking at us, reading our names. 

Pronoucing it wrong and laughing at her own mistake.

I can tell she don't wanna be here.

Juggling her luck in hope that one of us dont say anything back.

So why is she here?

To teach? To addapt? for money?

Like the leaves that fall because the sky tells them to.

She have to be there.