Red Pen
This is written by a 13 year old in my class. I am the teacher, she is the writer
When I was younger, I'd read too much.
Too many pages of too many plots,
Too many characters and too many thoughts.
Too many books, poems, articles, and such.
Too many things for my interest to get caught.
I'd write too, always something new
I'd work like a bee but could never agree
On how to start the sentence
Or what the name of the character would be
Or whether it was raining there or had already rained
If the main character was sad and the man mad
Or everyone lived happily
I sit there,
writing it all with a pencil
the words may have had potential
but it would take me ten tries to turn it in
and once the teacher would read it, she would want me to share
I'd only stand there turning my hair, and hoping
Hoping for the paper to tear
But when I'd finalize in all in red pen
my words would be a bear in authority with all its mass
and all the things I'd never be able to say in class
Copyright © Sheila Cooperman | Year Posted 2016
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