For someone who should be teaching you have a lot to learn,

Like you shouldn't be so stern.

For someone who should be gentle and caring,

You shouldn't dare to glare.

For someone who should be smart,

You don't seem to know where to start.

For handling someone who is forever perturbing,

You shouldn't call their work disturbing.

To the teachers who hate me for being slow,

Who don't realise I'm so low,

Who only see the books,

Not the angry looks...

For the teachers who understood me,

Who never told me who to be,

Who stood up to non-readers,

Who told me I could be a leader,

Thank you for creating the girl typing this,

Who knows ignorance is bliss.