Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!
Teachers Pet.
These fuckers want to waste my time
Telling me they control my mind
Put me in a seat
In the back of the class,
putting my hand up
teachers coming here last,
Talk like a white girl,
Teachers coming here fast,
Go for your lunch break
Sing sing done your time
Using your brain,
To build cubes for their mind
We are your teachers
And we are your leaders,
We are your torment
And we are your healers
This is how things are
Or how they should be,
You make an error
You confuse THEM,
With me.
Written by Otatade Iseghohi Okojie
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