I used to
think I could reach every single student
If I just worked hard enough, with endless drive,
Chasing shadows of potential, undeterred, fervent.
Now, I realize I’m not a
magician, cannot contrive
Miracles from thin air, no tricks up my sleeve
Some kids are locked in, and some aren't, barely alive.
Treating every student
'equally' is a myth, I now believe,
Because their effort and focus aren't equal, stark and real
One ignites with passion, others drift, unwilling to achieve.
I've learned to accept that
I can't please everyone, feel
The weight lift as truth settles in my chest;
I can't learn for them, can't force the wheel.
In this dance
of minds, I offer the quest.
Seeds take root or wither by their own design,
Teacher's fire lights the way, but choice is theirs, the test.