Ojok Isaac

Gold Star - 4,793 Points (30 August 1997 / Lira Uganda)

Teacher's Regrets

Poem by Ojok Isaac

I used to softly smack his ass
I pulled him like a goat to eat

I pushed him to enter every door
I pulled him from all deadly doors

My pockets were dry like a desert
His pockets were wet like equator

He gave me money to feed my family
I gave him marks to pass his papers

That's why he will never treat me!
I rather die home than commit suicide

Topic(s) of this poem: doctor, education, student, teacher


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 29, 2020

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 29, 2020