Not My Job
Let's workshop a poem capturing the self-loathing of a teacher too cowardly to fight a system that hobbles students by prioritizing safe spaces over authentic teaching of what might be unsettling
Not My Job
Lessons felt like lies:
PowerPointing names and dates,
on guard each word not to raise
cancel-worthy flags, when
students need a hero-priest
to dislodge the demon draining
their fortitude to face life
fleeting with others whose beliefs
put their own in jeopardy.This poem is unpublished
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