I’m conscious of myself
watching myself
when people tell me things
you’d normally react to
somehow
a tear a frown
a smile
I cannot accept
she writes
this grade
Even in the assignment
there are no markings
A smile
& silence
sitting at the back
not reading
when her turn comes
seldom turning up
& when she does
a smile
& silence
I harden up my act
of teacherly indignation
Or is that back to front?
Polish the carapace
while inside
feeling nothing?
Nothing to be said
Nothing to say
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