shit I wish I could say

I won't forget the time

where you called me out:

"the quietest people are those who

think the most highly of themselves."

I don't think you meant it in a harmful way,

but it was a rude thing to say anyway.

I have something that I've been meaning to break to you:

what you said is certainly not true. /

you, and other teachers, don't realize

how much work goes into speaking up,

how much work goes into erasing doubt from my gut.

it's hard to climb over a mountain

when you're made to feel small;

some teachers don't realize what they do at all.

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