It is 10:09
a.m. on a Thursday morning
and I am sitting on my bed.
I should be in school.
It feels weird to be here.
My dog looks peaceful as
she sleeps on the bedding
I washed yesterday
because I had nothing to do.
I know I should be thankful to be here
because at least I am here
alive
while others worry for their health.
But my skin starts to burn
when I listen to the man in the White House
preach information he doesn't even know.
Trust me when I say
I'd give anything
to be back in the classroom.
a.m. on a Thursday morning
and I am sitting on my bed.
I should be in school.
It feels weird to be here.
My dog looks peaceful as
she sleeps on the bedding
I washed yesterday
because I had nothing to do.
I know I should be thankful to be here
because at least I am here
alive
while others worry for their health.
But my skin starts to burn
when I listen to the man in the White House
preach information he doesn't even know.
Trust me when I say
I'd give anything
to be back in the classroom.
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Marina2020
Apr 02, 2020
I wholeheartedly agree. I wish I could be back in a classroom. It feels so wrong to be home all the time. I really like this piece.