Korea

I'm an English teacher 5 years here and wanted to write it out

Tiny little things 

Ants

They all work together

but don't know why.

Are we the same?

How tiny are we 

when we think about 

the vastness of the universe

that is all around us. 

And the smallness of the 

parts 

that make us up?

What do we do 

with out small selves?

Walk about

and do our jobs

and use our bodies...

Try to be a part of the colony.

Try not to get kicked out

What if, 

there was more.

What if we could become more.

How to know and how to find it.

I'm living in a world 

where people live

stacked in apartments

Hundreds and hundreds 

and all in rows

that go on forever.

They are intimidating and huge

and they have their value...

but...

The children I teach just sit inside 

all day 

and play their video games.

Alone.

Then the mom yells

and tells them to study harder

become a doctor.

Takes away the mouse

so they can't play.

They "study" all day in highschool

but really they just laugh and get it out,

and I know

I see it.

I miss my mountain sides

I miss my weeds 

and my wild forest grasses.

I miss the feeling of fresh air

and the taste of clean water

that doesn't come out of a bottle.

I miss the stars.

You can't see them here.

Montana, you have your gifts,

Korea, you have your gifts.

I am happy mostly here 

but,

I see the wrong things too.

Nowhere is perfect, I guess.

Where is my home?

Right now, I feel like it's nowhere.

Reviews

[Nadia Gerassimenko]

I ever wonder as well, all we ever do is go to school (if we are the fortunate ones) and then work in cubicles (if we are the fortunate ones again). Is that our purpose? Is that the purpose of our future children? Future generations, too? What about what we want to do? In our hearts and minds truly want to do?

[Misery]

Your words seem quite poignant in this creation.
Your love of teaching has taken you to a place that leaves you feeling homeless. Love's sacrifices.