The whisperings of burnout
of failure
sulk through my brain
War of Words come out
of my friends.
I don't think I can do it.
I'm not happy.
I'm not happy.
failure.
hesitant to turn away
then reminded of why I began
She is why I teach
that quiet girl
with no belief
in herself or her voice.
that shy girl that is afraid
to succeed
that put down girl
the one told that she is
not smart enough
not good enough
not enough.
she is why I teach.
I teach to give her a voice.
If she never passes a test
fine.
Does she believe?
That is my success.
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