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Professor

Teacher, You will never Truly Know, The impact that you will make on me I will not tell You see- Not out of fear, But out of extreme love, Care, Compassion. I am called to write for you, And do so. I made you a sign above your door Stating what others don’t know. You will Listen, yes You will Learn, yes You see the scars that I have, Looking past them You see- me But you will cry for me- Tears that mean so much, Flowing down a face That says, you are safe. And that safety you spell Whispers into my ear- go, Go and be with the world. Don’t hide behind your misspelled words Don’t let your actions define you. You press me to read, Know, Create, Be. Laughter in the form of Giggles. I can’t stop. I am glad for knowing you, But mostly I am glad for letting you know me.
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Apr 11, 2012
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