dear Teacher


Brown faces, some white that see us .

 your responsibilty does not begin at the door

tell her its ok not to be thin and that by exclaiming back whats she's taken in 

shes losing her, the within

tell him that theres more to life then bouncing balls, or taclkes and slams

and that by forgetting the classroom, leaving educations is classiefied doom 

but please please dont tell me I can compete with bright light faces who guaranteed success because the nipples they sucked milk from were financially blessed.

Dont tell me its an equal battlefield when I have to  wear armor to get my post if I desire, where teachers march around for them to hire

Dont tell me about the dreams, tell me what survival with educaction means

Brown faces, some white that saw me

your responsibility did not begin at the door


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