A poem about the kids that cry in the hallway. A poem about how little and how much a teacher can do in response.

Submission from Hidden in Childhood Anthology…

He was standing there in the hallway, dread running down his face

His hair was all askew, he was battling with disgrace

He smelled like garbage, his house looked like a crime

He said his Ma was battling depression and the poverty line

He said his friends don’t understand why he doesn’t shower

When its ten below and the heats been off for three godforsaken hours

He was standing in the hallway, dreadful running down his face

If he could just get through the season, CPS might get off his case

Hey, kid, it’s all a bunch of Monday’s and heavy, dragging feet,

You can cry if you want to, we can shiver through this sleet,

Hey, kid, it’s all a bunch of cold days, you can cry if you like

I’m freezing in here with you, man, the hallways feel like ice

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