and counts to five
five seconds is all she can spare
most people have ten
but she, she must react,
without emotion
a situation needs to be addressed
there is little time to waste
so she speaks
she speaks calmly
feet planted firmly on the ground
unruffled, unwavering
she reprimands
but her hands, her hands are not still
fingers twisting, and being twisted
she is human, she feels
yet, she must think things through
address the situation without emotion
so she does, she speaks her piece
gives the consequence, and
she let's it rest
A poem, written in class and shared with students, late 2011
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