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My Teacher


Standing there

Talking to a student

My teacher

Is making

A new world.

 

She is as

White

As the moon.

 

But she talks to

Us,

Black people,

Like we were

Her children.

 

She says

We will

Go farther

Than them

White people.

 

She sees

Our

Value,

Unhesitant and

 Uncontaminated

By the plague of

The White Man.

 

She sees

Us.

 

She sees

The Best.

 

She sees

The New World.

 

To Dr. Jennifer Kehoe

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