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Misérable.

Who am I?
I teach a class called I Hate Me
My students watch my agony
Innocents who chose this place
Not to watch me hate my race

Who am I?
What do they think a syllabus is for?
It is to say Forgive Me evermore
And say my hated name until I die
And make my students just as vile as I

Oh tell me why
They cannot face their own deep shame
They think they do not bear the blame
They say “I came to school to learn,
Not to watch you crash and burn.
Your self-abasement makes me yawn.
I’m out of here, Madame.  I’m gone.”

Who am I?
Who am I?

Margaret Soltan, September 16, 2021 2:03PM
Posted in: kind of a little weird

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2 Responses to “Misérable.”

  1. Dennis Says:

    One of your best poems, spot on.

  2. Margaret Soltan Says:

    Thanks, Dennis!

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