When I enter big trucks & I look at My students I am proud
I don’t want to leave them I don’t want to admit That my Ego is stroked When they learn something from Me But I know why I help them It feels good to be in demand It feels great to chisel At a problem like a sculptor Seeing the end result Before it manifests In My students
I want to continue, but the pay sucks It sucks at my Ego Because I am being taken advantage of Because my Employers know That I like teaching They use my desire like a pen They write My ticket And underpay me Because I am transparent
They see the buzz I get From My students’ success And they plug the top hole with a cork But now, I am fizzing I’ve hidden my agenda in subtle notes But I’ve been jostling Myself On endless possibilities & I’m ready to push upward I’m ready to be poured into glass That is not beveled at the top.
