At age five I started school
I could already read and write
The teacher complained to my mother
The only free chair in the classroom
was next to John on the boys table.
He looked after me always. I taught him to read.
I remember happy days
camaraderie with the boys
punctuated by sly kicks from the girls.
I drew the moon in the morning sky.
My teacher called me stupid.
At age eleven, a new school
called me intelligent, poorly taught.
I left John and the boys behind.
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