Miss Pride

Who will know?
Who will understand?
Those sitting behind her favourite guests,
Packed with least praises
and strongest sarcasms.
Having misunderstandings
that she never allowed to be told.
When explaining what she meant 'excuses',
it knocked us down
with no other weapons,
to fight for this useless argument.

Who will know?
Who will understand?
Those feelings when she raced through the lessons
nonstop
Shutting those up when confusions arise
punishing those who hum a sound
and forgot about those who can't catch up
As if she was only teaching those,
Sited at the front
and understood her,
When finally the bell went off,
Ended with a long list of jobs,
But having no clue what's going on,
I had no choice but to blank them all.
She gave no mercy
to those who didn't complete,
"They can do it, why can you?",
was the only sentence she claimed my excuse,
forgetting that there are black sheep
hidden among her contestants,
for I could hardly even stroll
let alone speeding down the road.

And who will know?
who can understand?
when she hurled her lungs at me,
humiliating,
making things difficult,
showing biasness
but there is nothing I could do,
for I am no bigger,
to whom i'm talking to.
Her patients were little
and no one dare to battle,
as she often thrice up her temper
but only to some people.

Deep inside me,
was miserable, crestfallen,
it became worst,
when she buried me
under her umpteen trampled
right down beneath her feet,
I forgave what she did to me.
I held back my tears,
and I knew that pride lives within her.
For even Jesus could love children most,
and why can't she just do the same?
wasn't Pride the big bad devil,
who taught her to be small,
who taught her
to limit her circle of respect,
to only certain people.

The anguish I felt,
the disappointment I had,
they had no longer existed.
Though she still picks on me,
labeling her signboard,
"because I care",
but no matter how hard I tried my best,
there will never be little stickers,
cheers or gummy bears,
encouragements were never sent,
and for all I know,
because I was just slower then the rest.

But my mind is set.
I’ll prove to her when the slips return,
results that would shock her flat.
But maybe for I know,
that day was reserved,
specially for her precious pets,
for all that she had fed,
glorified her and send her to the best.
By then, she will be too busy to even
peep on mine, or to give me a pat.

But oh Dear people,
don't get mad,
for most are angels,
and they truly care.

Sarah Chan Shi Min
4 Justice