14.02.1990
the unkind teacher.
She likes me not! I know what she sees
Dull of eye, dreary of heart, a nullity of vision;
Not acute, but bluntly vulgar and speechless.
In her mind I am a trog, not a bright poet
Only childish, not a living firework of joys!
Harsh she is to me, this judge all unprovoked.
So here I sit, singing tunes of building rage
Ready and waiting for the ear-splitting crash
Of two strong females - niether giving way!!
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