Talk Back

A constant battle between two camps, An every day pull and yank, I prioritise myself when they’re supposed to prioritise me, The teaching profession that sees, The teaching profession that is above religion, The teaching profession that believes, The ones that care and don't glare, The people who listen to your problems, Ask if your ok, Beckon you to do well, Allow you to talk when they should be, Theirs should be fairness, understanding and warmth, Theirs the conceptual model, theirs the righteousness. I picked up my own pieces, formed my own mind, Do they still have to be so unkind? Don't do that ever again Rhoda! Why not? Because it’s wrong! Contemplation allows me it, gives me the right, The knowledge of myself and my situation, The goo that I am in. Don't say that, Rhoda! What? That! I go quiet and say sorry again, For the sixth time in five months: Will they ever learn?