as a young english teacher
Posted to Poetry
by kairo on 2002-02-14 06:32:00
last year,
me...25 years old
sitting next to a crying
17 year old boy.
leaving school for the second time.
just too hard.
too many addictions.
can't.
can't.
can't.
i slid my chair next to his,
our shoulders touching
me asking,
why are you crying?
he saying,
i love you
and
the only thing i'll miss
from here
this hell
is you.
sometimes i wonder
how it is
i am perceived
by some of the chosen few
here within
the confines of my classroom.
i wonder...
man...do i wonder.
