To the kid in the hoodie whose name I don’t know,
I’m sorry about the way our interactions go.
It’s too bad no one’s taught you that we’re on your side,
Showing up every day to help you on life’s ride.
But you don’t trust easily, too many times disappointed.
Those who’ve let you down, more than can be counted.
So we tiptoe in the halls, passing without saying a word.
I just wonder how you’d feel if for once, you were heard.
Although I don’t know you, I’ve seen that look before.
And it comes with a story that’s too often ignored.
If you were my student, you could learn to expect.
That everyone deserves dignity and respect.
But we’re in such a hurry to get through every class.
No time to discuss things that won’t let you pass.
Society’s failing you, focused mainly on tests.
The scores will never matter if your mind cannot rest.
So I pass by you again, hoping you’re not the one.
That goes over the edge, and comes undone.
I’m sorry to judge, but the fears are so real.
I just want you to know, someone sees how you feel.
The unsettling situation isn’t working at all.
I pray for solution before any more fall.