What do you want to do, they ask me?
I want to teach U.S History. I reply
Professor? They ask
No middle school
You know that doesn’t pay well is their last answer to me
Don’t they think I know that
I ask them the same question,
What do you want to do?
They reply: Lawyer, doctor, politician.
They give me answers underlined with dollar signs
They don’t know what their passion is so they
Peruse the merchandise, and look for the one with the biggest price tag,
In my school there are academies
Where you train in your future profession
Is it a wonder that everyone runs to the medical field
Because of the long line of zero’s on it’s room number
While they all sprinted, I casually walked to the one with the big fat zero on it’s doormat.
What do I want to do, what do I want to be?
I want to be a zero dollar teacher.
I want to be a broken gumball machine
With no need for shiny quarters, continually shoving out chewy spheres of knowledge
Spheres of joy, spheres of wisdom, spheres of truth.
I know I don’t make much green
But I’ll make a million smiles
I’ll be payed in laughter and gratitude.Which I’ll earn from the things I have taught, and have been taught to me. While you map out the brain as gray, I’ll be mapping out the U.S.A
And while you stare at frowning faces, I’m gonna look at thirty or so smiling faces
When you go home to your mansion to grumble on your throne of a couch
I’ll be in my cottage thinking of how blessed life can be,
I know I don’t get paid much.
Because I only cost
Zero dollars and zero point zero zero cents.
This isn't a poem...but if you want to join a judgement free poetry group on Facebook....look up Nameless Poetry! Please join! I don't have anyone just yet, but I'm excited to read some great poetry and get to know people!
Even unclothed I'm not fully exposed.
You've seen my cover, but not my psychological story.
You've seen my title, not my inner most glory.
My mental book is still closed, but somehow you think you've seen me exposed.
You've only seen the beginning.
Tell me how you know me by just my skin and not by the story within.
You've mapped my silk skin, but tell me what do I fear?
Who do I hold dear?
Who do I idolize?
What do I hide away for only my eyes?
You egoistic human you've only mapped the cover, wait till you're drowning in the ink
I wrote this for a creative writing class I took. If you want to see more of my work follow me on twitter @_the_name_less_ or at my personal account @hipfawn
You’ve made it this far kid. You’re gonna ruin everything you did. Don’t let this tear be the last that’ll fall from your eyelid.
When you look in the mirror what do you see? Is it someone you love and want to be? Do you see a young teen wild and free, living life as their own referee. Does this person make you happy and jump with glee. Or do you see a sad, miserable wannabe? Living their life as a sorrowful nobody and hiding away where no one can see because they let what others believe be their own reality. When you look in the mirror what do you see? Do you see someone you love and want to be?
You're first mistake was taking my writing as a joke. I write how I feel. So yeah it's a little sad...
I smiled back.
I laughed back.
I danced with.
He moved on,
He met someone,
He fell in love,
I never did.