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A Poemfrog
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As I sit at my desk at the front of my classI begin to think -‐ why I can’tAnd the time begins to pass…
Why I can’t get my students to care enough to learnGiving them trinkets and toysDoesn't make their minds yearn
Why I can’t excite themAbout the things that I should Like -‐ seeing the world the way I see itWhy I can’t -‐ but I thought that I could
Then I start to remember All that is before meYou know -‐ like uninvolved parentsAnd principals with different priorities
Abject poverty is a monster That eats away at their attentionWhy I can’t fight against the gangs, sex, drugsAnd bullying, I’m not supposed to mention
I remember why I can’t Do what I came to doThe whole system is against meThe pay's the same, and I’m no fool
But something happens to meAt the end of each challenging day I mistakenly catch a glimpse of the look in their eyesEven as I try to glance away
Then I remember exactly Why iCan’tGive up on those that society hasWhy iCan’t stop trying new thingsTo reach those that life wants to pass
Or constantly look for ways to engageThrough rich learning, new tools and moreWhy iCan’t be yet another oneWilling to just give up and close the door
So I will move from my desk At the front of the roomWhy iCan’t just sit there anymoreI will sweep complacency’s dust with my transformative broom