Friday, August 19, 2011

How's Your Semester Going?

Oh, To Be a Teacher

You look at me and see an official nag
Someone whose job it is
To catch and lock away your every opinion
Your decisions
Your changes of heart and mind

You look at me and see an ear the size
Of a woman
But not a woman.
You see an outstretched hand
A demand
You see the mask of the crown.
You do not see me.

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