“Journals of Students”

Yeah,
I graded them.
I read all the writing,
the pain,
anguish
hopes
dreams
jokes
fears

The emotions and feelings
screamed from the page and I ………..

I simply counted all the damn lines
and graded them
like some heartless shark
who has to eat
and has no mind of mercy.

But I feel it.
Divorced parents,
hurt feelings,
relatives getting married –
and dying.

Boyfriends moving
and ones you wish would move.

The helpless
mixed-up
where the hell am I going
feeling
of being young.

I feel it…. but –
don’t know what to do.
Advise?
counsel?
sympathize?
empathize?
sermonize?

reach out to you?
preach to you?
teach for you?

or

do what us poor pathetic teachers do best.
So that’s what I did.
I counted the lines
and graded it.

I’m sorry!
You’ll have to teach me better.