I’m writing a poem to express my thoughts, just as my teacher taught me.
Just like she taught me i before e except after c,
and to dot my i’s and cross my t’s;
ironic isn’t it.
She never taught me the importance of cups of tea, giving mihi, or even allowed me the freedom for-
Instead, I had to stand before my peers, with ignorant glares, and explain the very importance of my cultural existence.
The kid from the ‘culturally responsive’ mainstream education system