I want to scream in your face
and slap you silly.
Tape your eyelids open and yell
The world is alive
and at your fingertips
crying within your very heart and asking
to be held.
I want to smash your nose against
the glossy pages of our textbook
and tell you to smell-
Take a good whiff of your own battered humanity.
Taste the blood inside your mouth,
feel the iron shackles around your ankles.
You're bound to the grave already
if you refuse
and Wake Up-
To be serious
Love for my students...
It looks like pulling my hair out
endless lesson plans
something to do with Shakespeare
and Langston Hughes
off the timid white page,
still hot from the copier.