Desire for Desire to Learn


Walk into class, look around, take a seat.

Preparing for a test, fighting the urge to cheat.

Teacher walks in without even a smile on her face.

Doesn't say good morning either, oh what grace.

I look into her eyes, not even a hint of care.

Ask her about her weekend, I wouldn't dare.

Scared to become acquainted by that empty stare.

And on top of that, I'm falling out my chair.

These desks are too uncomfortable, too small.

How does she expect me to learn anything at all?

We don't have computers, we're low on books.

Surround by people covered with sinister looks.

Teacher speaks to class, lacking everything classified as respect.

Does she treat her own children with such neglect?

I sink in my seat, all signs of hope vanished.

I thought, hopefully it'll be different in Spanish.

No desire to teach, no desire to learn.

Oh, how I yearn the desire for desire to learn.


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