If I could, I’d stomp my foot.

If I could, I’d stomp my foot.
Yell out, “I don’t wanna!”
Plug my ears, so as not to hear
listen to you? I’m not gonna
I didn’t sign up
I didn’t request
to be a counselor
and if I didn’t care so much
I’d be able to ignore
The silent protest and pleas for help
your apathy presents
and the baffled parents
who, when it comes to your failure, do not get
I’d operate in my bubble
keep out of your family trouble
teach my writing lesson
steer clear of enticing introspection
I didn’t sign up
I didn’t request
to be a counselor
and if I didn’t care so much
I’d be able to ignore
but instead I beg you to delve deep
discover you, in writing reach
and then I am immersed within
your world, your hurt, your strugglin’
I didn’t sign up
I didn’t request
to be a counselor
but I’ve begun to care so much – –
I’m unable to ignore…
and so I listen, contemplate
I read your words
and then
I realize teacher means so much more
than weilding a correction pen
and I pray daily that my work
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