Confessions of a Writing Teacher


Expanding our knowledge

Day after day

Questons of the youth arise

"why am I here?" 

"I swear I heard this last year."

Repetion begins and creativitiy fades 

"I want to be more than him

but grades are so dim"

When education fades

and five letters determine our success

we have done something wrong.


Sit down with your papers

and write those rhymes,

novelize those playground fairytales.

Expression and words,

depleting the constant stress of teens.

Inspiring lives of the youth.

I do not want to change my life

I want to better the lives that sit before me.


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