A strange affinity to male teachers

One would suppose her sick


No, not sick..

Maybe she liked the attention

Of course such a surface observation was not correct

She was a recovering addict


Since 9 she starved herself

Rather she was forced to starve

The usual signs of affection did not grace her life

a father's presence was not enough


So hatred bared its face weekly

Negativity whispered and kissed her neck's veins

tension boiled beneath her skin's surfaece on the daily

And these teachers satisfied her for the moment.

This poem is about: 
My community


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