#2

I wrote this poem in response to some days I had at my placements this semester. There was a definite problem with motivation at both of them.

The Unmotivated

She sits at her desk
her head cradled in her curled arm
blonde hair cascades off the edge
she's dreaming of being anywhere
but school.

I, still a student myself,
try to explain the importance
of punctuations and quotations
thinking, "these kids are thinking of everything
but school."

I walk to the sleeping beauty and nudge her arm
"aren't you going to finish this work?"
She looks at me with sleepy eyes and
says "no, I'm not, I'll take the zero."
I try and try, bur she won't give in
She wants to be anywhere but
in my classroom.

Another day, another assignment
the girl still won't comply
this time she's hostile,
"no, I won't do this for you,
You aren't a real teacher!"

It hurts me to my core.
How do I get through to her?
I know she's not the only one
who doesn't care
they all think school is a waste of time
that "they'll never use this stuff."

I put myself out there every day
and some just won't perk up
I want them to love school like I love school
and grow up to change the world.