I Love The Seventh Grade - Poem by Jeff Gangwer
I love the seventh grade:
Instead of whipping the horses,
I'm holding the reigns back
They laugh without restraint
and beg for points that are ultimately meaningless
If only their joy continued
from year to year—
From junior high to high school
and from high school to wherever the hell they end up—
before the boys discover the pleasures of sex without commitment,
before the girls gain weight and discover how ugly they are when they look in the mirror,
and before they all learn how truly insignificant they are in the big bad world....
I tell them that they're capable of anything
and that they're handsome and beautiful:
"Don't sell yourself short.
"Be bold; be daring; be strong.
"You can become whatever you will."
I teach them the value of self-worth—
Not to be confused with self-esteem:
"You're not worthless.
"And don't let anyone tell you that you are.
"Each of you is worth something to someone."
And I hope that I'm not lying to them;
I hope that somebody,
And if not...
...I hope that they gain the good sense to find someone who will
Comments about I Love The Seventh Grade by Jeff Gangwer
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.