FOR ME

By: Annisa Tjia

My Condolences to my late homeroom teacher.

As far as I know

My Teacher --

Yes my Teacher

Not yours, not him, not hers

Whether she is a she

Whether he is a he

Or it is an-- Whatever

Anyway, that teacher tell a brat

The brat who loves to make a paper mache

The brat who loves to be on the edge of the class

The brat who always feels that the world is her responsibility.

The teacher shouted at the brat

First, Don't be afraid to let yourself fall, fall and withering away

After you fall, let your lazy butt stood up

Don't be afraid to brush away the dust from your clothes

and Last, don't be afraid to smile after what's happening

Although everyone will laugh at you,

mocking at you and sneering

Just do it...

Smile, to plead, to smirk, to laugh, to be cuter

Or to walk, to wake up slapping yourself and glare with opened wide eyes

But don't forget
Sometimes you need to stand up at their positions

To know what their feelings are.