I don't speak Hebrew in an ESL classroom.

Pen-and-notebook-png-clip-artby Itai Liberman19 Dec 2019

The lesson has started.

I sit in my chair,
and play with my long hair.
Everyone is talking, time is clocking,
and the feeling of stalking returns.

The teacher is walking,
but someone is blocking
my mind from working
the way that it should.

"Open your books!" the teacher commands,
but all I hear are the bands
of Hebrew words that the children demand-
from each-others.

The lesson is over,
I look over my shoulder
and try to remain calm.

Then the break comes,
like a set heavy drums
that I find impossible to overcome.