Trying to fall asleep…

Composite notebooks lined with linear thoughts, broken pencils, stained coffee cups

Whimsical dreams of what could; what will be, swirl the halls of academic integrity

So why are the walls full of lies?

Where is the preparation of loneliness, homelessness; different parents; nights, weekends?

What of the voice present through the days; mainstream streamlined beliefs of pop culture discord. We walk their talk, but our only talk comes with bullets and lost lives.

Mixed, muddled pigment of Americana realized; floods through the doors; however success is still limited.

The glass ceiling.

The rotten floor.

March of #RedforEd; fear for dead, body armor backpacks, new fashion trends

Not empty stomachs, unkept hair, broken hearts, fistful of art scribbling, scraping the dull pain of another day away.

Hated messages screaming through time and space; fear, sadness tearing across my face.

Uncertain is only certain as fear grips headlines. When will I sleep again, instead of the sorrow of my own students lives?

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