LETTER TO A TEACHER: FROM A HURT CHILD'S PERSPECTIVE

I look up to you With the child in me, A child that knows no wrong. I look up to see some comfort somewhere, that solely in wisdom belong. They say that teachers are all, so very good. So long as they can see the child; That hides behind the glaring sun, And senses no worth in chide. That figures not what’s right or wrong And basks in unreal pride. Why do you take things that can be Solved in a matter of time? Why do you complain, times so often With sometimes no reason nor rhyme? Why don’t you see that the child in me Is yet to grow as old, As can be said to struggle for long Well read and matured and bold? I belong to you, do try understand. Do please no laugh at my faults! For the womb that gave me birth in time Has the semblance with the one that's yours!