Spanish Lesson

Engracia!
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