Liberation of the genie
Freedom from the bindings of pedagogy
a sudden realization that it’s not for me
I’ve been knocking my head against the wall for what?
I can see the rejection in their eyes.
I failed to give the right answer.
or maybe they just don’t like something about me
and in the ebb of the tide something was left behind
on the soggy remains of my self esteem
the realization that they are doing me a favour
I am free to be me, as the cliché goes
it is a gift and for that I am grateful
and another leaving in the wane of the tide
the understanding that my writing may displease or scare them
The genie is out of the bottle