how do i get to my kids?
wading through hearts left on the floor
it’s february 14th, you know?
teachers gurgling blood
mentees can’t make out who it is, by shoes alone
jesus fucking christ how many god damn more
unsafe in seats
tragedies like these
be better than us, more than this
i’m a teacher
i’m with your kids
the ones we allow to fly
make you, me, us
we gun down their emotions and need for attachment firing at their self-esteem needing a screen to tell us how to make dinner, that our parenting skills are okay
you sit and stay when you see someone gray
don’t joke about their shades
i dare you
tell them to come back tomorrow
bullshit agendas next is what we swallow from guns to homeschool religion,
Teach warning signs?
Do we ever think to discuss the problems?
selfishly shuffling away from blame
i know his name
contemplation of suicide waiting in a desk for class to start
their ‘friends’ will do it for them
human being human being
we are disrupting the measures that make a human being
shootings at our schools?
can you understand that shit?
yah, teach our kids to open their eyes to their friends mental health problems, cause teachers have toted that one around long enough, when in the hell are the paper pushers going to stop shifting in unaccountable social media chairs
that’s the question
they are asking us
will we do something?
it’s your fault