The Teacher


Ineffective, inefficient,
how useless I really am,
weak and pushed around,
I’ve had too much,
but my passiveness
does not allow me,
I do not know,
to stand up,
to fight back,
to grow tall.
I’m pulled down,
by the creepers,
shaded out,
by the tall trees,
I cannot grow,
until I have some light.

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