Teachers Act Up!

Thoughts on Teaching, Language, and Social Change from Melisa "Misha" Cahnmann-Taylor

WHEN I WOKE UP, I WAS BACK WHERE I STARTED (new poem draft)

 

 

Nothing prepared,

nothing paid for,

nothing pursed worth carrying,

nothing written down,

nothing anointed, 

nothing sealed with gum wax,

nothing contagious or yellow,

nothing to be silenced or congratulated or notarized,

nothing turned its silent blades and scissored shadows until

nothing spoke, babbled really, about nothing,

nothing I can remember,

nothing to worry about,

afterall, nothing had changed,

nothing at all.

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