Written too few these days, sharp, black ink on paper like a smooth glass of water.
Refreshing when I stepped into second period.
Shoes off, life changed, 6th grade, what a ride but peace in the harbor.
Ships set sail as our minds are set free
Change it all, no boundaries
I lose my shell, free my arms,
Jumping and leaping as I’m seeping through the cracks,
Ooze out of the walls
But you, profe, you had the gall
To challenge me.
Like no one else did
You spoke to me, your voice coming through my deep reverie
And I listened
Be vulnerable, you said
Be brave and confident, you said,
Blend in and stand out, you said,
The pressure keeps building, the memory fades,
And we fall and regrow, learning as we age
As I turn I see you
A leader and I’m back in your room.
Rosseau once said, man is born free and everywhere he is in chains,
except the harbor.
I dance, I fly, I am free. In the house that you built.
You built the harbor, more than a room
You, more than a teacher
We all have talent but without a mentor,
What does that give us? Zero!
You were my mentor
And for so many others too
One does not have to shine in the spotlight
One does not have to stand out in a crowd
Or be chased by Paparazzi
To make an impact
Those who change people
The large and the small
Those are the true heroes.
And you, Profe. You top them all.