Never Enough
The class giggles
as she wiggles,
trying to think
while her sight shrinks.
She mumbles
and stumbles
but can’t seem to find
the answer in her mind.
She stutters I don’t know,
her face as pale as snow.
the teacher moves on,
the laughter is gone.
But she keeps cursing herself
and puts it on a shelf
next to her other thoughts
of when she wasn’t enough.
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