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?
September 16th, 2021 at 4:57PM
One of your best poems, spot on.
September 16th, 2021 at 6:39PM
Thanks, Dennis!