from the old block.
Where people ridicule his being.
I would never understand him
Because I would never be him
Yet people talk and make buzz
Walk and fuss
As if he's been born to their moth'r
Once I stumbled across him
on the road which I thought would never be taken.
He smiled
(I didn't)
and I walked without turning back
I gave him a cold shoulder
(and I cried regretfully every night, until now)
I could feel him in my heart,
My blood, my body...
He's living in me
(Would you still ridicule me?)
***
I guess my brain has shrunk. I lost most of my vocabs. I couldn't even think of the term "conducive" to describe classroom (Can you believe that??? We've been through and through the word for million times!)
SOS.
-Miss B-
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