The Reflection

The struggles of teachers

I cannot see what my students are doing
behind my screen as everybody cameras
seem to be broken the second I speak. I’m
feeling fatigue sitting behind my computer
inhale the dismal air. My lungs are on fire,
struggling for air it all started with someone
without mask just didn’t care. The screen
brightest is destroying my eyes “swoosh”
another hour has gone and my teaching
lesson hasn’t start. Reconnecting my
computer share as deep down in my heart I
want to gallop in tears. My students doesn’t
seem to realize that their future is
deteriorating with all these assignments un
done. Malik hasn’t been to class in 6 weeks
now my straight A student has now become a
victim covid 19. My body is hurting and my
heart aches when none of my students are
present for three consecutive classes. What
else mi can do fi dem pickney yah? I ask in
despair in the middle of the ceiling I seem to
stare hoping for covid 19 to disappear, so I
can see my students face. My students are
digesting my damaging voice as it has been
three hours since I had anything to drink the
teaching must continue my soul is in pain and
my mind needs air. I cannot do this anymore
my soul seems devoured. People rather stay
six feet beneath than six feet apart. The fire in
my soul has burnt out, as now I’m considering
leaving the profession.