Poem:
Little girl lost in a crowded classroom Trying to make sense of words on a page Frustrated beyond patience, she starts to fume Nothing makes sense when she looks at the words She tosses her pencil in a childish rage The punishment and embarrassment make her quiet She doesn’t demand, and she doesn’t pretend The other kids think she stupid But she knows the truth There is no way to argue and defend She is trapped in the illusion of youth A Tree Grows in Brooklyn on a library shelf It opened up the world of words like restless birds I guess I could write about that Like notes sung by a little bird Letter upon letter Word upon word Line upon line Stanza upon stanza This poem is for me to create and define
The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱 
Applause.
💙 Sasha 💙