The Teacher
I fight off fires and inspire the young minds to no longer live blind.
No, I am not a firefigher.
I protect and reject crimes in order to prove that life can be sublime.
No, I am not a police officer.
I nurse and rehearse daily those around me who are hurting deeply.
No, I am not a doctor.
To some, what I do may not seem beneficial or even worth the sacrifice.
Still, I put myself at the battle lines because I am willing to pay the price.
No, I am not a soldier!
I believe in today's youth and through determination, I know I can clean up each bad tooth.
No, I am not a dentist.
Now, you know what I stand for and maybe you can see, I simply want to open more doors.
I am a teacher. I am the teacher.
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