Your mind eludes you,

Thoughts that drift,

So very far,

..away..

Her shadow is near.

Her voice firm,

So assured,

Yet important.

“Wake up.”

Vulgar words escape,

Slip into cracks,

Of the mind.

She doesn’t understand.

The first contemplation.

And suddenly,

Your lips utter,

Noxious words.

Yet she hears.

The words that dribble,

From those sinful lips.

So full of hostility.

Words like:

‘bad teacher’,

‘so boring’,

‘get a life’,

And the most scorned of all…

Bitch.

So arduous.

That it conjures.

Thoughts filled of suicide.

But perhaps,

The words,

Should never leave,

Those sinful lips.

Why?

Because,

Their lives are dedicated.

To the sole purpose,

To learn.

To grow.

To become something,

Ineffable.

Incomprehensible.

So that one day,

You may live,

A good life.

Because of the brave soul,

A teacher,

Who supplies you with,

Unfathomable knowledge.

So rich in its purest form,

It yields your breath away.

Keep the hate away.

Don’t say shit to your teacher.