To My Teachers

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To My Teachers

You probably never noticed me as

I sat there at the back

taking notes.

You probably thought I was busy  learning about

irregular verbs or whatever you were teaching

or thought you were teaching,

while I took in your every move, your mannerisms,

the way you pushed your hair back, the way you paced up and down the classroom.

your colourful skirts, your sensible neckties, the way you bent the textbook in the middle.

I stole it all from you – your strengths and weaknesses, your laughter and your silences.

I stole it all and copied it and made it my own.

Enemy from within, I stole the tricks of your trade.

For better or for worse, I am your exact copy.

I am all of you and

none of you.






GloPoWriMo Day 13 - a non-apology