In the corner she hides.
Not invisible, but wishing she were.
Holding her breath.
Pleading, “Don’t call on me–I don’t know.”
Her head peaks up.
A well-spoken word, inspiration from her teacher.
She softens her face–a smile.
Her eyes light up.
A handwritten note, encouragement from her teacher.
She wants to practice–to try.
In the corner she waits.
Hand raised, now feeling empowered.
Willing to engage.
Beaming, “Call on me–I know.”
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