She Could Have Broke Me

She could have

Broke me

That Sophomore English

Teacher

Who had no

Problem

Making fun

Of who I was.

She’d whisper loud

Enough for

Everyone to hear

“Stupid, Liar.”

Even as a presented

A doctors note to

Show her

Of an ear procedure

I’d had the day before.

I wasn’t the only one

She spewed out hate

This narcissistic teacher

Who thought it was

Her place

To label and

Call derogatory

Names.

We were kids not

Yet sixteen

And she stomped on

Fragile egos

Breaking hearts

As she uttered words

Like failure

And for the first

Time ever

I hated English class.