It’s Time to Put OUR KIDS first!

It starts with my daughter, she heard the news before I saw her.

Another school shooting…this one in Texas, so much closer.

The day had just started, kids barely settled in class.

The quiet that follows the bustling hallways through which they daily pass.

To hear them describe it brings about a palpable too familiar grief.

I can’t fathom how many were in shock, and utter disbelief.

As teachers, we show up each day because we believe in every one.

Giving all we have to guide them, help them find where they belong.

God, help us as we navigate the waters of these days.

There shouldn’t be so much fear attached to a learning place.

So many kids once sought safety not found at home in school.

But now, I wonder where they can go when their minds must be so full?

They know no different, can’t see it doesn’t have to be this way.

We must change the situation, and stop allowing the delay.

The future belongs to young people, and it’s our job to clear

The path for them to learn in peace, there’s no more room for fear.

I am a professional teacher, I give all I have each day.

To make sure the kids in my room know they matter, and help them find a way.

I show up again and do my part to support your most precious possessions.

I’m asking for your help; stop arguing and find solutions!

I know things happen, and some of them are out of our control.

But now, that excuse won’t work, we can’t afford the toll.

My calling is to empower and teach; I do not wish a weapon to wield.

I’ll never see a student as the enemy as long as I’m in this field.

So come together, make decisions; get equipment, whatever it takes.

Because we have business to do, lives to change, just do it for the kids’ sakes!

Poem: A Teacher’s Fear

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.