Sixty-seven children have been slaughtered. Sixty-seven dreams have been shattered. Sixty-seven beautiful faces have now vanished. Sixty-seven vibrant smiles have faded. Sixty-seven beds are left empty.
Palestinian children, like all children, love to play. Palestinian children are longing for peace. The children of Gaza dream to be teachers, nurses, artists, engineers, and doctors. Palestinian children want to breathe. Palestinian children's lives matter!
(Palestinian children killed by Israel in Gaza in May, 2021)
I will never make a difference in the world And don’t you dare tell me that I am strong and capable It’s a lie I’ll never break out of my shell I’m not worth it and It’s not fair to say that I will do something remarkable with my life The chains of my insecurities Are powerful and I will break down In failure where my hopes Can be found All I want to be Is someone incredible The reflection I see When I look in the mirror: Nothing I am missing The confidence to truly live I’m starting to find That I will never grow It’s absurd to think I am a work in progress
If you want to know the difference a teacher can make Read this poem from bottom to top
Soumya is crying in her room At that time her mother came and saw her crying and asked, "what happened baby? Why are you crying? " Soumya : " Mom am afraid of failure ." Mom :"What type of failure? " Soumya : " Mom tomorrow is my result. What if I fail? " Mom : " So what life itself is a game and we sometimes lose or win. " Mom : " Failure is a part of success and it do teach us to never give up. Without failure we never know what's the failure is? It's an inspirational teacher. " Soumya : " but if failure take your most precious things " Mom : " then that's also for your own benefit baby. May that thing is never your's " Soumya : " thanks mom for helping me out And now I got it never afraid of failure " Mom ,"yes my baby ."
I wonder what you would have thought of my stupid words Maybe you would have appreciated the sheer amount of times i’ve come here Sitting down on a bank beside a blank dead body of water What would you have told me ? To pursue this tiny flame of potential, or to blow it out and lock it up. You would have known I can’t do that, the gas seeps out of every crevice There's no way to prevent the spark that lights everything on fire. I wonder what you would have thought about my stupid words.
First Parish She was 87 years, and a saint We were 4 years, and angels Bored Pre-Sunday school God who? We were playing Ostrander was old But we loved our grey Hen Cooing Mother She gave us all saltines Bless her We didn't know better As crackers go While we waited for Mum and Dad We were hungry, weekly Salted salvation gave peace, briefly White sandy heads hummed and bounced, gently Nothing could be better... And then Vanilla wafer cookies? Minds blown In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy *** We believed We believed God love vanilla wafer cookies and Mrs. O Dance
True story. Mrs. O was real. Filling parent gaps, ignoring racial and ****** bias... Life offers these people rarely. Amazing to see. Children are not "for" religion, but are for human kindness. Peace.
Thank you To my teachers that never gave up on me when I was thinking of giving up on myself thank you for helping me realize that there are nice people out in the world. Thank you for giving me hope in humanity. Thank you for being there in my bad times and making me smile Thank you for the hugs that you gave when words could not help. Thank you for the wisdom you shared with me... Thank you for noticing the fake smile on my face; even my friends did not. Thank you for being yourself and teaching what you thought was important. Thank you for teaching from your heart, not the textbooks. Thank you for being my role model but most importantly thank you now; I have a dream I could go after and that is to be like you.