Poem: TEACHER

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T ouching me where you felt like touching me

E ncouraging me to do what you wanted me to do

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A nger is what I am now, bitter, deep, black.

C hildren grow up, and look back; don’t you know?

H er childhood was the foundation of the

E mbittered, insecure mess of an adult you helped to create.

R emember me in your cell, as I remember you, and your smell.