I taught you that
every hero must
overcome an obstacle-
That a white knight needed
a fierce dragon to slay
before he was truly
worthy of the title.
White hair,
White teeth,
White t-shirt
We read about Anne Frank
and I told you
to find beauty
even in the darkest corners
of your world.
I was too afraid to tell you
that life
isn't a book project
with a clever title.
Blue eyes,
Blue skies
Blue spirit
You made me laugh,
behind my hand,
with my back to the class,
so that they couldn't see
how your subversion
delighted me.
In a class of clowns,
you were their king.
Red cheeks,
Red hair,
Red-handed.
I can't help thinking
that I failed you.
I wasn't the teacher
you needed:
the introduction to heroes,
and self-sacrifice
never took root.
Or maybe
you learned my lessons
too well.
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