8th Grade High

8th Grade High Watching confusion morph into understanding Hits my veins and feeds my insistent craving… A rush… Taking “I don’t get it” to “wow, that’s cool!” Is a psychedelic kaleidoscope of emotion Unparalleled by any other Blissful euphoria reigns when 8th graders make statements like: “Vocabulary is sweet because then I can insult grown ups without them knowing it!” what a kick! What perspective and honest insight! As the English language becomes a friendly tool instead of a frightening task-master, I can see the transition echoed in clear, youthful eyes, I am complete And very high… When literature sets the guts of eighth graders aflame Because I lit the fire I’m buzzing High… I don’t create foreign policy I don’t legislate new laws I can’t cure cancer And I’m not a philosopher… I am an addict I am hooked I inject my words into their heads And ride the wave of empowerment As I search desperately For my next fix.