Teacher, teacher,
You don't understand,
When you didn't pick me,
I felt more than just betrayal.
It's so obvious that you picked the ones,
The ones that you think will go far,
And I wasn't one of them...why?
I guess you don't think very highly of me.
You love them,
You praise them,
You make it clear,
Now, I feel as though you cringe when you see me.
When you picked all of the kids,
It was more than just a pick.
You've crashed my esteem.
You know, I didn't even like the book,
That the project was going to be on.
But that is not the point.
Author notes
This is about the ivory ela extra project. I am not this sad, but i felt that this would be a good thing to write about for the prompt in the contest. I mean, i can't exactly write a love poem to our ivory teachers....could I?
A contest entry
- Teacher, teacher ~~ For kids up to age 15 by Periwinkle Blue.
550 points, ended January 28, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
so?
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INTeResting I wonder what momo and dad would say............
Sister
Lindsay -
Hey, this poem is here two times, and I am sure that must be a mistake... has happened to me, too.
Anyhow, this poem is really FINE and I like your thinking. 
Teachers should be fair and unbiased, but what the heck. 
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Awww, I'm sorry Kathryn! I'm pretty sure i know what this is, not the fine details, but the overall statement.
This is very good!
Illuminated *KT*
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Ummm... you entered this poem twice?
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my bad....
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