As another chapter in my life closes,
as the life of little ones are placed into my hands,
as I teach them about empathy and sympathy,
I finally feel at peace.
To be a teacher is to hold
the heart of little one
in my hand, to make a promise
to listen and take care of their
little minds.
To help lay the foundation for education and discovery,
for the rest of a child's life.
To bring back what it means to teach,
bringing back socially, cognitively and physically
engaging classrooms for children.
I take another step in the right direction,
towards my goal.
My dreams are slowly coming together
piece by piece.
First grade, here I come.
Welcome me with arms
and hearts open wide.
I am here to help
the next gentle generation
of selfless, caring, loving individuals.
Welcome, Miss Marrisa.

It's no surprise that my happy place is sitting by the fountain
in the middle of the night, with no one around.
The feeling of drowning in everything going on around me
is somehow soothed by the flowing water at the fountain.
I don't have to worry about not being good enough for the fountain
as i throw in copper pennies and make wishes to be better,
to be able to get a gasp of air in once in a while
before i truly drown...
but it is just a fountain
what can it really do
for me?

Cold air blows through the trees
where I was hung,
despair between my eyes,
dark circular holes.
The rustling of the leaves
and people who just leave,
their cloaks and croaks of agony
as they watch me swing.
This type of hurt is like a
angry bee, it stings.
A feast began as my body rocked,
my flesh torn apart by those
sworn to do no such thing.
The warmth radiating off their bodies
as they blocked my hollow face,
watching as they swallow
every piece I had left.
I am no longer a person.
I gave my all and here
is where I ended,
just for people who
would never give
a second thought
about me.

The crushing weight of winter is weighing on me.
The fickle fellowship of fake friends
tearing tedious tiny tears in their throats
as they live, laugh and love together
with no thought of anyone else but them.
I was quieted from my inquiring questions,
made silent that drove me into madness.
I thought these were the ones that would ground me,
keep me from floating far from here
but I was mistaken once again,
made from the fruit of a fool
who thought those would protect me
that we would love, listen and learn
as we grow tremendously together.
My predestined placement paved a way
for loneliness, losing those I thought
cared for the community of those close.
Once again, I was wrongly wrote off
as if I was nothing, no one needed.
Here I am, wishing for a change.
A change in character, in chance, in choice.
Pick me, please, purposely protect and prepare me
for the perplexity of people's problems
and emotions that flow freely from their
mouths, mocking and mesmerizing me.

I am worthy of love.

No matter what anyone says.
I deserve to be happy.
I deserve to be loved.
I deserved to be held.
I am allowed to cry.
I am allowed to have bad days.
I am allowed to live my life.

Let me live my life.
Don't try and stop me.
These decisions are mine
and mine alone to make.

Please.

Fire is a dangerous weapon
as it spreads throughout the darkness
searing every inch of your whole being
I see the charred, smell the burning
but there's no amount of water
that will put out this fire
burning across my skin
leaving welts and blisters
the pain, oh, the pain
it relieves me, it reminds me
I am not numb
I feel the sting as it starts,
the humming in my ear as
the fire rises
as it spreads to places unknown,
an uncharted territory,
unfamiliar with this sensation
I can feel