Something strikes me as unfair,
Beating at my reservations.
Watching eyes ringed with black,
Watching me holding back.
Struggling against clasped hands,
Shaped by clenching fists.
Fury stops me in my path,
Fury knocks down playing daft.
Prevention pushes efforts back,
Frustration at swatted touch.
Standing still while skin collides,
Standing firm by reason’s side.
Using words while tears splash,
My tongue becomes my active hand.
Teaching needs good inclination,
Teach with skill, passion and patience.
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