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*******

for preying on my naïveté
and the innocence
that I hadn't lost yet

and destroying my trust
when I idolized you
like a ******* god

and taking my heart
knowing **** well that
you planned to break it.




but also,
thank you

for showing me how to
spot those red flags

and teaching me
the lessons that I would
eventually need to learn
with or without you

and proving to me that
I deserve so much better.
Sarah Flynn Oct 18
you tell your six year old daughter
all about stranger danger.

“don’t get into a car
with someone you don’t know.”

“don’t listen if they say
that they have a puppy
or candy or something fun.
they don’t.”

your six year old daughter
knows exactly what to do
if she is ever approached or touched
by a strange, unknown man.
but does she know what to do
if the man who touches her
has a seat at the Thanksgiving table?


you tell your thirteen year old daughter
that someone who she loves
should never hit her.

“if punches are thrown, leave.”

“use that can of pepper spray.”

“if you have to hit back,
aim for the eyes, or the groin,
or anywhere weak.”

“run away.”

your thirteen year old daughter
knows to never let a man hit her.
but if he yells at her,
and degrades her, and scares her,
and maybe even grabs her
but not quite hard enough
to leave a bruise, that is still abuse.
did you tell her that?
does she know what to do
if he doesn’t leave any marks
and tells her over and over again
that he’s sorry?


you tell your sixteen year old daughter
to yell “fire!” instead of “****!”

“people will care more
about the well-being
of their own property
than they will about your life.”

“they will come running,
but only if the situation
affects them too.”

your sixteen year old daughter
knows that people can be selfish,
and if they don’t want to see something,
they’ll simply turn the other way.
but there is good in this world too.
there are people who will care
and who will love her
and who she can trust.
did you tell her that?
if she stops believing in love
and genuine people,
does she know what to do?
or will she settle for the first man
who gives her any attention,
thinking that he is all
she will ever find?


you tell your twenty-four year old daughter
that one day, you hope
her future is beautiful.

“marry an amazing man.”

“have grandchildren.”

“live happily.”

when you tell her this,
you unintentionally add
your hope for her happiness
at the very end of your sentence,
almost like an afterthought.
your twenty-four year old daughter
wants to get married
and live in a nice house
and give you grandchildren.
but does she know to put herself first?
or will she marry a man because
she thinks he wants her to,
and have grandchildren
because she thinks that’s what you want?
does she know that
she has her own voice?
did you tell her that
she doesn’t need anyone
other than herself
to find happiness?
After getting out of school
And believing the teachers words
I throughly believed
Heaven could be worked for
I took it like a drug
And envied all of you
But all it got me was
A DOWNWARD POINT OF VIEW
Downward point of view  Depression Anxiety
Write between the lime juice lines,
And basil blood,
On the cutting board
To the rhythm of cooks' kitchen knives,

Write between the wet mop tendril trails,
On the reused restaurant floor,
As you carried to clean
A mistake some rich man made,

Write to the beat of the press,
Punching out the steel form,
In accordance with the curriculum,

Write in the silent moments,
Chewing homemade sandwiches
Through the cigarette smoked sunrise

Write between stun grenade blasts
After cleaning tear gas attacks

Write in between ****** boot prints,
The shape of the state seal
Congealed to the street.
Teach me
Something
That
I have not
Learned

Well
Let me
Explain rightly
What
You have already
Learned
Genre: Inspirational
Theme: Insight
farhan Aug 7
Treat children like birds so they fly,
And not like darts to hit the bullseye.
The bittersweet blast
of ending another
another one.

Weird, unnatural, irrational.

Mixing maudlin with
the electric buzz of new beginnings,
we will drink and sleep,
cheap grins on our faces
‘til we’re adrift in three week’s time.

These days and friends are mine.
Raising a glass to all the teachers who have reached the end of the Weirdest Year Ever (TM). We have lost our traditional chance to welcome the new and say farewell to friends.

Despite what some gutter press and bumbling government ministers say, we never stopped teaching or caring. Never will.
Her sternness was as keen as a razor blade,
Cutting beneath the skin with such savagery
It was as unsettling as a million flies
Feasting on dead doe on the side of the road
I was the doe, she was the bloodthirsty fly
You couldn't swat away in a day in your life

Whenever my eraser kissed the paper,
Her eyes would quickly dart over to me
She would pounce on me like a tiger
"What are you erasing, girl?
"Make up you mind, girl!"
"What's the matter, girl?"

My words would scatter like a game of scrabble
I felt threatened by her. I could do nothing right!
Every move I made was a disgrace in her eyes
Yet, there was a softness beneath her hardness
A smile threatening to break out of her frown
A treasure buried in the dirt of her heart

Her persistence with people stood tall and strong
No ax or raging weather could ever knock it down
I threatened that quality of her, but she was tough
Tough enough to survive my awful thunderstorms
And forbearing enough to wait for the revelations
To rise within me like the morning sun

She saw potential in me like she saw a rainbow
Hiding behind storm clouds and white skies
She used all of her strength to draw it out
Even if it meant putting on a mask of cruelty
And beating me with knowledge till' my soul
Escaped my body and the torturous classroom

I guess that's what pedagogues do
To those who hold the keys to brilliancy.
Memories of my fifth grade teacher inspired me to write this. I hope you enjoy! Any criticism is appreciated!
I'm always open
always soft
always bleeding,
secreting

too permeable.

I feel everything
let every passenger in
whether foe or friend
offer each cheek
even if they're
never to be seen again

Always open
always
always
weeping

It's why I'm afraid
I'm not cut out
for a lifetime
of teaching
Been on my mind lately
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