I can remember being so scared to look into your eyes feeling like if they stare at me
a little harder I might die. I hated when math time came because you'd belittle me
and tear me down to prove a point..but why? Because your job was on the line so
you used me as bait to show that you were not the problem but the students were
population..me. My hands go sweaty, my mind would go blank, and my heart would
beat fast just so afraid on what question you'd ask me like I actually knew, though
you made me feel like I was dumb and incompetent...I bet you thought it was true.
You tore me down and shattered me to the ground to nothing but pieces that took
me years to fix because I knew fearing you and hating you would only hurt me serving
no justice. If you were in front of me I'd look up to you looking you right in your
piercing eyes and say guess what? I'm making A's in math now...surprise.