Author's note: This poem is all about my unpleasant childhood experience, where I've encounters numbers of teachers who didn't really took teaching as a passion and neglected their students or even abused them emotionally with questionable criticisms that could absolutely impacted them in the future. I just want to emphasize that this context does not applied to all teachers, but only for those teachers who could be related with the characteristics I've mentioned. Hope you enjoy this poem of trauma :,)
Dear teacher
To be honest with you
There are times when I feel so stupid I found it pointless to even hold the pen in my hand anymore
I found it odd
and petrified
to the obsession of my friends have towards popularity until I even question my own self-worth
I never certain that success is not define by fame until I'm 19
And when I'm 19,
you're not there
I was alone
But at peace
Maybe because I learnt that experience taught me better about life than you
And I wish you knew it too
That messing with little hearts are a crime
You knew it teacher
That we are tired
and hopeless
and fatigue
But you kept us going by pushing the pedal of our insecurities to produce the 'creativity' that the school wanted
Stop comparing our talents
stop making us feel bad about ourselves
Because most of us learnt that the real world will start once we step out of this school
and meet real people
where we actually found contentment within ourselves
Than remain silent like cracked whiteboards.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Repetition
PoesíaSometimes a cup of coffee and morning vibes won't work until you get a pinch of reality to be fully aware of ourselves, and what is truly happening outside our living bubble. Let's read one to find which line of this reality hit yours.
