Wednesday, March 30

You know you love it

For my juniors. They make my teacher heart happy.

You know you love it

You can deny it all you want,
But I know the truth.
No matter how loud you groan,
No matter how much you complain,
I know you love it.
And deep down,
You know you love it, too.

You say you hate it,
But I see you.
I see you, there, in the back.
I see you, there, in the front.
I see you loving it.

You say it doesn't make sense,
But I see you.
I see you, there, thinking.
I see you, there, writing.
I see you understanding it.

You say it’s too hard,
But I see you.
I see you, there, discussing.
I see you, there, working.
I see you finding it easy.

So you can grumble and mumble all you want.
You can whine and whimper.
Cry and complain.
But I know all your protestations
Are simply outward manifestations
Of your inner exhilarations.
Because who wants to own
That they secretly love
That which they spend so much time
Saying that they hate?

You can say that it haunts your waking dreams.
You can say that it’s the thorn in your side.
You can say that it’s like nails on a chalkboard.
But because I know that you know what I just said,
I know you love it.

So don’t deny it.
You know you love it.
So don't lie.
I know the truth.
I know you love poetry.
And you know you love it, too.

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