I sit at my desk, alert,
echo of orange juice and toothpaste
mingling on my tongue,
digestive avalanche of buttered
toast and soft-boiled egg
coursing through my tummy
(compliments of Mommy).
I have come to learn how
to read and write, how to add,
divide, subtract, and multiply.
How to sing, create, climb a rope,
and get along with my classmates
without too many black eyes
or bloody noses.
I did not come here to die.