Ode To My Middle School English Teacher

ode to my middle school english teacher, who
taught me that even though you have a voice, 
it's better if you don't use it 

ode to my middle school english teacher, who
not only gave up on me halfway through
the year, 
but stopped feigning any kind of
support entirely

ode to the teacher who favorited the kids
who didn't deserve any favors

ode to the teacher that told a black boy to
go  himself

ode to the teacher that made a hispanic girl
cry; ode to the teacher who didn't see race,
unless it wasn't white

ode to the english teacher that almost
made me stop writing

ode to the teacher who cared more about
her cigarettes than the fact that
at least three girls in her class wanted to kill
themselves

ode to the only english teacher that mattered;
ode to the english teacher who only mattered
because she made me feel

like i didn't.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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