Ode to Mrs. Powers
The first day, your face lit up
“I’m 22, and this is my first class!”
Your smile faded when I spoke
“Why does your diploma say ‘Drama?’”
And when we spoke too loud that day,
You made us clap our hands to promote
Silence
after tests,
We played “Seven Up”
You’re twenty two
It’s not an unimaginable age for a date
Your profile picture on Facebook
Is your senior prom date
Well,
If she weren’t so stupid
And didn’t wear fifty shades of purple eyeshadow
I might humor her
Until she brought up her favorite literature
What we analyzed in class
The Twilight Series, the Guardians of Gahoole,
And occasionally a misunderstood parody
Oh, inadequate funding
Leading to the
Incorrect usage of homonyms
Are you really an AP teacher?
Please don’t send me
Into the hallway
When I explain the usage of “you’re” and “your”
Please don’t send me
To the office
When I point out that you should use “Their” instead of “They’re”
Please don’t accuse me
Of being unorganized
When an assignment turned in three months prior
Is lost, and brought to my attention as so
The day of our report cards
And when you asked of my heritage
I spoke,
Only to have nationality brushed off
Into a big, ugly lump
Of Yugoslavia
And you still live at home,
Alone,
Mom and dad getting prepped
To meet your high school sweetheart
Sad that he hasn’t yet proposed
Angry that your students dislike you
Scared of their drugs
Condescending of parents
And
Stuck eternally
In our school’s blood