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Teacher of 702


You gave me hope when others looked away

I looked up, others looked left but you picked me right up

It started with simple hello and mindful joke

At first i thought you were women who did not care about us

As year will go I would see who you really are

I spent most of my high school time in your small closet

I say that because that is all they have to offer

From being a freshmen to a growing senior

You told me not to let names affect me especially when I was told I was a worthless beaner

During my highschool years you would've never known of this small gift

For me it was a challenge to write like it was if i was driving a stick shift

You gave me an opportunity to build myself to become a better human being

I returned the favor and created for you a dream team of young poets

Who one day will change the world.

You hired me in here at the age of 18, now at the age of 22

You made me see what it really means to be somebody

Rather than calling myself a nobody

You told me I was the reason these kids inspired to be a writer

But truth is if it wasn't for you noticing me i don't think any of these would be happing

So i want to say thank you for everything you done

I know the things that you have been through, some of them must of been painful

Others you looked at and thought there nothing to worry about

And overall i want to say Thank you for being the teacher i needed in high school

If it wasn't for you I don’t think i would ever have found my voice.

You did so much for me when you could've just kicked me aside and forget me but instead you became more to me then just a teacher you became a family member someone I would do anything to keep around long enough to make me smile everyday. You became another mother figure for me and that just shows that A women is indeed stronger, mentally you are, You help me find my voice now it's my turn to help you live all your dreams.

 
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