I.O.U.
In elementary school the purple
stripes wrote a story.
My 6th grade teacher kept
me after class, read the story
out loud to me in private
word by horrible word just so
I would know someone
was able to read.
Then I went out to play.
Abusively
Beaten
Children
Don’t
Ever
For
Get
Helpful
Individuals
Justified
Know
Ledge.
Meant
Nicely
Offered
Privately.
Quiet
Righteousness
Some
Times
Under
Valued
With
Xtra
Youthful
Zeitgeist
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Your poem reminds me how well we remember those private lessons with the teacher.
Yes 🙂
As Gaby said. Perfect title.
Such a heavy topic and done with a light touch which works well. So thankful to your teacher.
Love the abecedarian!!!
Thanks for the introduction
I decided they are like a rorschach.
This is what I saw.
real recognize real 👌
I have never seen one of the alphabetical poems say so much as this – raw and frank. This is one of the many reasons poetry exists I believe.
This fills my teacher soul. Beautiful.