She sits there, out in front of us,
a fearful look scrawled across her face.
Her voice , that at first,
seems as though it’ll crack;
nervous, uncertain, and afraid.
But, the spirit inside her fails to dwindle;
a flamed enthusiast, she’ll never burn out.
A weak smile, tweaks at her lips
as her eyes slide to meet mine.
Courage building within each stride
reaching the black board she begins.
She’s come so far since
Accomplishment now shining across her face,
all worries simply faded away;
as we pack our bags, done for the day,
a broad smile spread across her lips
for proud Ms. Tia has survived
ninth grade English, that is.