Tialila Kikon
there's an invisible elephant inside my daughter's classroom trying to crush her spirits low there's a snake slithering around my daughter's classroom trying to swallow her self-esteem I can hear it in her voice I can see it in her eyes I can feel it in her sigh the pain of being unpalatable in the sore eyes of a teacher for silly or no reasons at all to be humiliated, to be pushed aside to be butted now and then with sarcasm just because she isn't as plump and rosy but how strong she is within just because she doesn't speak a particular tongue but she speaks the language of love and respect and even though she tells me it’s all fine 'tis unacceptably distasteful when the one who wears the noblest garb behaves unworthy unbecoming teacher, what equality you teach how sad! you nurture tomorrow with your unhealthy mind your light you dim with bias and prejudice look at the sun, look at the moon high up in the sky how they light upon every life, beautiful fairness happy teachers' day, anyway to my daughter's classmistress.
