Typing, Hoping, Realizing
You may wonder who I am,
Why I waste my time,
Typing away my feelings,
Hoping that they rhyme,
Why do I do this?
I’ve often asked myself,
I came upon an answer,
I think that I can help.
There’s no way I can confront,
Give you a student’s point of view,
This is all I could think to do,
Scream without a sound,
Fight without a bruise,
Maybe then,
You’ll realize,
We go through stuff too,
Kids come here hiding,
Cowering in a shell,
Hidden in each one,
Is a spark of hope and yearning,
A true desire to be learning,
Oblivious to it’s being,
Some stare at white boards,
Wondering what they’re seeing,
I guess that I’m just hoping,
That while I’m stuck in hell,
I can at least make a difference,
Give a silent yell,
You can choose to listen,
Or ignore me all the same,
It won’t make a difference,
I will write regardless,
My words you cannot tame.