Ms.Teacher
She reads the PowerPoint slides
Words Without Meaning take up the empty white space.
Her voice drags on, the lack of inspiration intoxicating.
My being becomes hardened, shuts down to the repetitive onplay of foreign text.
Her voice becomes bored in the words it speaks-even hints that she is lost in the words herself.......
If I could somehow trade places with her,
Breathe Life into words of knowledge
Fill the students with breathtaking curiosity
Carry out the duties of a teacher
Upbring the future of America
With activities full of not only knowledge but understanding
With field trips that actually mean something
And with the excitement within myself
Make the World a Place of Understanding.
That is what I say to you,
Ms."Teacher".
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