Of all, you’re the one
who should know!
Sor
Cristina at the helm
Spanish
in her eyes,
blazingly
scorched the tears
I
dared to shed
Standing,
I looked around
at
the sea of white uniforms,
then
down at black-shoed,
white-socked,
trembling feet
-trying
for an answer,
though
none would dare be uttered
in
case of incineration mid-air
I
had just tasted the salt of the Caribbean
that
splashed outside paned glass doors,
stinging
the laceration to my ego
I
held on to my solid wood desk
hoping
to support my maimed frame
Amidst
the loud, stern boom
from
her small, structured mouth,
I
heard the words disappointed
and
sit down please,
followed
by ¡Qué desgracia!
I
looked back, over singed heads,
to
the rainbowed wall sign
about
the granting of serenity
and
acceptance of those
things
I could not change
So,
with courage,
I
prepped for my next
session
–Religion 101
Written for Every Day Poems - Classroom memories poetry prompt at https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=441295359268262&set=a.250609428336857.62979.250601428337657&type=1&theater
