Dearest Gentle Teachers,
Gas Prices
Gas is two sixty two
But the single mom
Down the street in despair
She can’t even get
Food for her kids to share
Gas is two fifty three
But my son’s IEP
Will no longer be
The support that he needs
Just paper that pleads
Gas is two forty four
My best friend told me more
He was scared to live each day
In a world that pushes him away
For loving who he does
Gas is two thirty five
But my neighbor is
Sitting here wondering why
They say he doesn’t belong
But he’s been a citizen all along
Gas is two twenty six
But Sarah just had a miscarriage
The doctors told us
There was nothing we could do
To save her and we knew
Gas is two ten
I graduate soon, but what then?
The Department of Ed is gone
No funds to help, no safety net
What’s left for us to teach or get
But did you hear?
Gas is under
Two dollars again
What a relief
It is to be American
My wish for you is to be mindful in your teaching this week and going forward. That is all.
Yours Truly,
Lady Ace
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