I feel beaten.
pick pocketed of my emotions, strength and artistic value.
objectivity, sir, doesn’t have a place here.
I stood there for longer than an hour,
shorter that my height, arguing
three teachers against
one student.
no, I am not comparing molesters to educators
no, they are not the same
no, I don’t think you understand
no.
he mistook my words,
scattered my integrity
discredited my invested emotions
no, molesters and educators aren’t the same
but now
I feel molested by my educators.
3 comments:
No one can ever silence you and your powerful words, which has the ability to create /real/ change.
what happened?
The sheer irony is eating me alive.
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