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
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.