Sit down and give your attention I need all of it, now I am not asking for a lot here... But I need your everything
Give up on the tremendous mountains in your sternum Let go of the abuse Clear your octopus ink mind Get better grade on the district assessment
They are watching me bleed for you I have given up on state expectations Built a castle for these students of mine Clearing a safe environment in the moment
Preparing you with the proper armor to fight for yourself someday Take this sword imprinted with my words Protect yourself Fight for something worth it
She got drunk on Monday I know son I just need you to do better She hit me on Tuesday, I know son Please just finish your assignment
I can't I don't know how I have not eaten in 2 days You have no idea
Teachers are white blood cells Expected to fight bacteria and show victorious statistics With none of the time and less of the understanding Maybe the bacteria looks different than we really thought
Our own immune system is causing fires Putting unrealistic expectations upon our jobs Too many students not enough teachers Too many tests not enough love
We working organs in a bodies coma Working without the recognition Hoping to keep the system alive Creating chances for our students to change the future someday
It is hard being a teacher sometimes. The district sees test scores and curriculum, while ignoring the intense poverty, cultural barriers, yet still expecting the same results from every corner of the district