Staying Strong

how dO i grow up when I teach six year olds?

tough day at 163,
bad teaching days come in waves,
today it felt like a Tsunami.

The education system has a trickle...

Cant they see they fail the kids?
It starts at the top,
the most political of jobs,
everyone watches their own ass,
working inner city in one of the biggest districts in the nation
provides a magnify glass.
teachers, teachers, teachers,
trickle, trickle trickle,
blame blame blame,
same same same

How can this be?
NY's brightest,
please,
room 205-d is an island.

Isolation for survival,
teachers fight for individual sanity,
leaving the feeble, fresh and uncertain to hunt alone.

Strength must come within. I have never fought this hard!!
How can this be in something like teaching?
Well teaching is one of the battlegrounds.
it all plays out in front of you,
a barometer of change in this country.
Something that appears so simplistic becomes complicated,
in the eyes of seeking six year olds.

Every inch of your mind and soul is exposed in this profession,
at least for the ones that truly care,
moments of simulated mental illness,
at least for someone as emotional as me.

Why take it so seriously you might ask??
This year will define me,
how it plays out I feel,
will shape my second quarter life,
as you can tell my struggles lie within,
teaching is the stage,
personal growth is the backlighting.

Drowning happens,
but before I hit the bottom,
hope gives me a second wind,
I cant give up on myself,

the light above me is distorted
gets brighter as I push to the surface,

turn the clock to zero honey,
we are starting on a brand new day.