Poem from Charlotte to Ms. Hancock

To Ms. Hancock,

Sullen school children drearily walk like zombies into a gray loveless classroom  

Young ones stiffly slump into puke green age stained plastic seats

A collective of math and science weighing them down like earth to Atlas

Heaven like in fashion a golden shovel lifts the unwanted extra scholarly baggage  

Light appears after the gargantuan treacherous trek of math and science

Appearing like Jesus to a poor and ravenous group of lepers

Paints and lipsticks applied with a reckless abandon on a wrinkled face appear

Delightful English rinses away the sickening taste of dreary math and science

Hemingway, Shakespeare, and Salinger ease the troubled minds of the literature starved

 Hands shoot up like fireworks on the fourth of July

Minds wrap around like snakes to challenging problems zealously   

Soon class is over abruptly and viciously 

Depressed children dutifully pack and rearrange unwanted science and socials books  

 A teacher’s face emits heat and love from a never ending goodbye smile

30 students shuffle sluggishly toward socials downtrodden 

From,

Charlotte