Teacher Identity Poems

Cruel fate has twisted and bent your shape?
Your DNA has cast you as you are?
There is no way you can ever escape
The parental abuse which...

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THEN
I was
carefree, and
I wished to live
forever, and yet
always inside me was
the knowledge that I would grow
by learning more and taking on
new responsibilities. Trials 
taught me...

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 In the depths of my heart, a shadow dwells, Regret's icy grip, a tale it tells. Missed opportunities, choices made, Unraveled dreams, a path...

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Sounds like a tale but it's all true
as two boys are involved.
Our class had a boy who was new,
a problem had evolved.

Both our first name...

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Teacher, please show me how to tie my shoes
    I'm almost six, I can't do it and I'm so blue

  Sally,...

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I look in the mirror and the reflection I see, 
Is a young, aspiring woman looking back at me.

She's a primary school teacher, her students...

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Broken Beauty

By Mark D. Stucky
Glamour is a hollow, shiny shell,
a rapid, pretty paint job
on an insubstantial surface,
that alluringly promises much
but never satisfies the hunger.

True human...

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It seems to me,
declared the preacher
to the distracted music Teacher,
that sacred MonoTheism
smugly explains 
and exalts AnthroOwner Privilege
to ordain,
buy and sell
Earth's health-care rights.

It may sound to...

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let the Holy Spirit
draw alongside
& convict of sin

hear that small voice within?

be guided into the truth
& of things to be
righteousness you will always see

a Helper...

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When everyone wore Calvin Klein
I wore pairs of Old Navy jeans and graphic tees
When everyone carried a mouthful Menthol Cigarettes
I carried a mouthful of Sour...

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Mystery
Mother, Free Spirit, Friend, Teacher
Sister of Angelo, Lavelle, Shad and Angelica
Lover of Love, Orchids, Food, Spirituality, Nature and Horses
Who feels Painfully Misplaced, Love, Warmth and...

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My name is Pérola, born among thorns beneath steely rocks
By the great Bay, where its sons harvest fish for the government mint against their sweat
The...

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He says he saw "(this nation's)
Identity sold and robbed by immigration..."
And I remembered
My first day teaching at the border school
First teacher there that August morning
Cows...

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Video poker at the bar
a soothing respite
from Sophomore essays
far from the maddening voices we're
struggling to find
Game's on and--
I miss my dyslexic friend

What do heavy equipment...

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Every day I go to school
to read and write and follow rules; 
I try to do the best there that I can.

Each teacher tries to...

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