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My Teacher
Like a bird humming a delicate melody in my ears, she answers our questions with thought and dedication
She consoles our anxious chest, heart beating to the rhythm of a drum now to the tunes I sing on saturday mornings
Like the burning fire of the fireplace, she does not tolerate discrimination and disrespect towards her students
She fights against the arbitrary rules of our school, like a soldier thrown into battle, ready to sacrifice even his life for his country
Like a trustful and openhearted friend, I can shower her with my worries and concerns, knowing she will share her wisdom, like a owl piercing through the night sky
She fills the room with bubbles of joy, exposing us to happiness despite her circumstances
She is capable of so much in this world, to only be paid barely enough to pay the rent
She silently protests to this atrocity, with thousands by her side including us
But this soldier has been defeated by another
Society
Her hands are shackled together, like a bird stuffed into an iron cage
All for what
Asking for a pay raise
To take care of her own children
She is now free like the ever gliding dove across the swaying trees
But she is not with us anymore
She is gone far away from this universe
But I know she still remembers me even up in the clouds
And I will always remembers her smile, sweet as honeysuckle blooming like a new generation
Where teachers are appreciated
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