My Classroom

I walk into my classroom and I brace myself for what I will see reflected in the babies eyes that I teach.
I look into the eyes of my black children and I see the pain and fear reflected there because they have seen their families whipped, beaten, hanged, shot, and killed .
I look into the eyes of my brown children and I see the pain and fear reflected there because they have seen their families hunted and ripped from their arms, herded into cages like animals, put in detention camps, deported, leaving them in America crying and weeping alone.
I look