I have a headache from kids scremaing all day,
Ones at unfair justice’s facing her world today,
The other is crying when she teases, and gets her hair pulled,
The other is crying, missed a nap because he could.

I am tried. Tired of talking.
Tired of describing.
Tired of instructing.
Tired of the screams that come my way,
Caz someone looked at her toy the wrong way…

As they belt up again,
Not pitchy yet,
Lung full of air,
The nosie that erupts,
Rattling my ears, muting out my brain,
No wonder I can’t concentrate,
There’s no wonder why, not today.

And the preteen is due home any minute now,
That’s a touchy dance around her day at school,
And if she doesn’t listen,
Oh if she doesn’t respond,
I could be balling my eyes out the entire night long.