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Child of 12

What has this life done to you
dear child of 12?
Why does the cutting not release your tongue?
I hate what this life has done

I’m sorry your parents are still children
I’m sorry you’re forced to grow up

What has this life done to you
dear child of 12?
Why drugs to help your plight?
You’ve grown too weak to fight?

I’m sorry you’re feeling this pain
I know you want the sun
but instead you get the rain

Come into my arms and weep on my shoulder
I’ll hold you for as long as I can
I’ll fight this war with you
Together we’ll see it through

You’re 12 not 48
I know it’s not too late

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The Gray Cycle

Mr. Gray speaks
Blah, blah, blah

Class pretends to listen
Yadda, yadda, blah

Class can’t work
Ask, ask, ask

Mr. Gray speaks
Repeat, repeat, repeat


Reiteration, echo, repeat…

Leave me on repeat
Don’t press shuffle
Don’t press stop
I am here to repeat myself for YOU

This is not a limited offer
And even if it was it would not apply to you
You are that special group of people
You help me appreciate my own voice

Leave me on repeat
I’ll say it again
Leave me on repeat
I’ll say it again
Leave
Me
On
Repeat


Ah, to be a teacher

Stop that!
Take that out your mouth!
Be quiet!
Stop touching her!
Focus!
Pay attention!
What did I just say?

What are you doing?
Who said you could do that?
Stop TALKING!
Do I get paid to speak to the walls?
Did I not ask you to read?
Leave him alone!

Because I said so!
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think I am?
Why have you not done your homework?
That’s not funny!
Just sit down for 5 minutes, PLEASE!

Leave me alone,
I need a drink,
It’s a wonder they don’t call me mommy.


Call me shallow but…

This is going to sound stupid and possibly shallow but I need to express it because it has made me feel good and even more like a human being than a robotic teacher.

My birthday is coming up on the 28 September. School breaks up tomorrow, the 23 September, which means that I’m not going to be at school for my birthday – and the choir sang AWESOME harmoniously.

The grade 4 class next door to me in a loud timed chorus all wished me happy birthday for the 28th. I was then greeted by big smiles on my grade 6 class’ faces because they orchestrated the first surprise.

I lead the class into my classroom where one of kids – who I have nicknamed Vlotz – gave me a present in a bag. This was followed by another boy – who I call Tit because he is so much like my friend Tiisetso, who we nicknamed Tit for short – gave me another gift.

Tit gave me a huge slab of chocolate, which next to Tarryn and smoking is my next biggest addiction. Vlotz gave me a pack of wicked biscuits, a card, and a R200 music voucher. That’s a lot of money to spend on a dude who gets paid to crap you out on a daily basis.

It’s gestures like these that turn me into a contradiction. How I hate my job, how I love my job. These kids, and the other 25 in my class, are simply the most wonderful children out; even the ones that are in a competition to end up in Juvenile Detention first.


The teacher

I am a teacher
Teacher I am a
Am I a teacher?

Treated like a dog
Like a dog treated
Am I a dog treat?

Sent to build morals
Morals to build sent
Theirs or mine?

Admired by some
By some admired
Why? Are they dumb?