You Know How We Like Horses? Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

What's the matter, son?
Someone's called you names again at school?

'It's my Biology teacher.
Mommy...
You know how we like horses? '

Yes.
Why?

'My teacher hates them.'

Why would you say that?

'After I read my report in front of the class.
She called me to her desk.
And then whispered in my ear...
~One day...
I bet you will be hung like a horse.~
And then she winked at me! '

She WHAT?

'She winked at me.
Don't get upset, mommy.
She only wants me to do better.'