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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

punished for the offense of

drawing 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 dull 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.

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