Sunny Schoolmarm Poem by Kctony Xtopher Nkwocha

Great heroine of my faculty.
Esteem, hold I you, my damsel.
You are a siren to masculinity
possessing larynx of soprano,
makes out distinctiveness; a speciality.
My belle, looking like a squaw goddess.
A maiden of language; accentuated linquistics,
you usurp on us intoto, we strain
to perceive the vocals, willingly or in antonym.
You impel my motivation,
via your discourse of didactism.
Accolades to fate, why?
for the confluence.