I was only a kid.
And that teacher
Was wrong to
Have reacted the
Way she did.
But I am fortunate
She left because
I knew she was
Jealous of my story writing.
I think I figured it
Out when the teachers
Would read out
This one specific pupils
Poems and I really
Admired them. I thought
I was just more
Of a logical thinker.
That it was just
A result of me
Getting older that I had
Lost my story telling flow.
I reached the conclusion that the
Mind is more free
And playful as a young child
And imagination gives
Way to real life and discipline.
I couldn't have known
That I had changed
Because of a traumatic
Ordeal at the
Hands of a teacher.
Because my teachers
Are the ones
Who have inspired me
More than anyone.
I feel guiltier for
Letting them down
Than my own family.
So I can forgive
One bad egg.
That they could have
Been having a hard
Time in their life
Or were simlpy having
A really bad day.
And I did have
A form of writers block.
I had developed stronger
Defence mechanisms as a result.
The kids did
One ryhme like kids do.
It was like gossip
Pass on my germs.
The next day it
Was someone else.
It was that fleeting.
We got a new teacher
And they were ok.
I have no idea if
They knew I was
The reason the last left.
I was never picked
On constantly for one
Thing. My bra size.
In high school.
But every girl in
The planet worries
About their body.
And the girls
Grew scared of me.
I was not like judo.
A girl drew on my jumper
And I reduced her to tears.
I did not feel satisfied
With upsetting them.
I felt I lost control and
Said too much.
And I am glad
That Mersey held
Me back, from
Leaping at two girls.
And pulling her red
Thong up over her
Shoulders and telling
Her to cover it up
If she wore it two
Days running next time.
Hardly any wonder
Why she was
Reported publicy by grafiti in a
Pub cubicle for having crabs.
And big bird was
Ok with me when
Her muckers were absent.
She said I was
Pretty enough to be
A hair model.
She and Mersey were
Both talented and
I respected them.
And in a way
They respected me.
For being intelligent,
But being able
To handle myself.
Mersey actually helped
Me laugh off a time
I had to run out
Of music to the
Ceramic telephone. And
One of the girls
I nearly leapt
To pummel actually
Made me feel
More secure with
My appearance and body image
When we re-united.
Without my humour
As a self defence mechanism
I may not have made
More friends after David
Said I needed to.
I still was not accepted
By one half as they
Thought I was "too brainy."
I would have done
Better if the p2 incident
Never happened. Yet
I was still regarded as
A force to be reckoned with.
What could I have achieved
If it never happened?
It was a blessing
In disguise. It
Made my life harder.
It set me on a different course.
I would never have excelled
At sport as I would
Have stuck at just school work.
I would never have
Excelled at art. And with
The breakdown it saved me.
I would never have
Had the fun I did
With my friends, even
If I do wince at
Rebelling a bit far.
So all being said.
I DO forgive the teacher.
I understand that she
Thought the person
Had to admit
The responsibility. That
Is what school is
Supposed to do. Make
Us responsible adults.
I am sorry I spoke
About it at sport class.
And I promise to
Let sleeping dogs lie.
Last edited by Anonymous32895; Nov 02, 2018 at 04:57 PM.
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