Siproena Johnson

As Poetry Recycles Neurons

March.11.13

Poetry

Identity

I thought I’d be an engineer and have fun in this field

I was told to pursue this dream to get the higher benefit yield

I thought being architect would please my art love and adult’s demands

I then realized their visions were more like subtle commands

I thought I’d be a writer imagination through my pen would flow

I was then recalled to reality and told to let the dream world go

I later became a big sister to a brother and a teacher in a way

His open mind and love for me still drives me to this day

He sees me as the mentor these children now see me

Now I’ve realized my passion and person I want to be

Teaching is my passion whether in the classroom or on neighbor’s lawn

I find myself thinking up activities to share sometimes from morning on

I then remember teachers who stand out in my mind

Characteristics I am still drawn to such as humorous, imaginative, and kind

These things I try to emulate when I share some sort of craft