The desks line up
Perfectly.
I drift away
Move into a corner
Books fall onto my desk
10, 15 of them.
All I can see above the mountain
Of books is your head.
5 more books pile
onto my desk.
I can imagine myself
Running through the forest.
When I stop, I see the words
"You are bad."
"You will always be alone."
"No one will like you."
I believed you for years.
I thought I was worthless
Because my mother told me,
"The teacher's always right."
(c) 1999-2000 Lanora Melillo
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