Anyone got that poem written from the perspective of an English teacher where they know deeply personal things about their now adult students because of the essays they wrote
FOUND IT it was in one of my boards
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Small Town English Teacher
In your town, former students sling your drinks, snap your x-rays, and report your news on TV. You hold their secrets because you remember their essays.
One returns from combat, homecoming party at the airport, and you know he only joined up because his mom was ashamed of him. You remember the essay.
One dies from an opioid OD and you know about the man who groped her at work and how she told his wife. You remember the essay.
One smiles and wins an award and you know her drunk dad pushed her mom into a wall. You remember the essay.
One closes her eyes halfway in the mugshot and you know she worked in assisted living and once brushed a dying woman’s hair. You remember the essay.
