I was extremely lucky
early in life at primary school
I had the misfortune of
being taught several years
in a row by an extremely
opinionated female teacher?
Her learned perception
all small boys were bad...
I was seated in a group
she never taught
never talked to
never answered
questions from...
only down spoke to
with insulting
condescending remarks.
I as example was destined
at later primary school
she enthusiastically
informed her entire class in
another rage anger fit...
was destined to be arrested
put in prison where I belonged
being of no use to society.
Years later she recognized me
at a church after service meeting
stared at me with loathing hate
obviously church was not
where I belonged in her scheme
of judgement cosmic certainties...
I pleasantly ignored her
having missed her prophecy
incarceration destination
by then I was a journeyman
accredited qualified tradesman
bonus a university degree
never was I a vindictive
child soul destroying teacher
voicing rage as she was...
I had been at primary dyslexic undiagnosed
remedial reading elementary rage taught
will not aid or remedy special needs students...
post graduate Diploma Of Teaching I studied
Students With Special Learning Needs
taught with patience empathy diverse skills heart...
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I would like to translate this poem
This story is not too far away from mine. It stayed with me for many years, always thinking I could never make anything of myself. It's well over thirty years now, I still see some of the teachers who used to teach me. I always give them my best smile when I see them, When I left school I became a boxer I was never a great boxer but good enough to make more money than all the teachers put together, the knew this and never liked it. I may even be making a comeback soon I'm fortysix and getting back in shape so you never know. This poem is a fantastic look into how things used to be. A truly great write.