My kindergarten teacher was (or so I thought)
a man disguised as a woman and as such
(or so I thought) had evil intentions.
Dark hair and black rimmed glasses,
bright red lips, severe clothing.
I was kept in from the (terrifying) playground
for the offense of drawing the serifs on the letters of the alphabet.
Afraid to ever raise my hand or speak, I wet my pants
sitting in a circle on the floor for some activity.
How did I endure that whole long school year?
And why was I made to?
I hope for all children everywhere
Knowing full well my hopes at least for All
are dashed before I even put down my pen.