What I Will Become
To be or not to be
that is the question
that I now face.
As I stare into
the eyes
of my, oppressor?
No? Possibly.
I suppose it all
depends.
Depends on how
I view
what it is
I want to do.
An Educator
hard and cold,
my ruler my weapon,
no-
a light,
a way of life
yet to be shown
to those
whom make our
future.
That is what I will become.
This poem is about:
Me
My community