Teacher Talks

by Lizbeth Rivas
(Junction City, OR, United States)

I can’t listen,
my head hurts and
my head spins,
All the words
coming from the teachers lips
go in through my right ear
and come back through my left.
I close my eyes thinking
I may rest them and
maybe it would help me listen,
But then I realize I stared,
dreaming of little kids
laughing and screaming,
Playing in the playground,
swinging on the swings and
sliding down the slide.
I open my eyes and
don't remember anything
the teacher said,
I look all around and
I’m so confused.
Teacher passes out papers,
students start writing.
Got so many questions
don’t know how to ask,
So I take out my journal
and start to write.
Just forget the assignments
and begin with my poetry.

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