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.