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Dear WFPS

An answer to the crone inside that says, speak girl, for you have something to say. Here I am and there I was.

do you remember me?

you charged me $2,000

for breaking my contract

after advocating for my safety

and being rejected

you and your board

discarded me

and decided what was just

was to fine me

for speaking up

do you know what you pay

public school employees

the unlivable wages

you present to them

the way you fail them

from the start

by asking them to sacrifice

their well being

their livelihood

you manipulate their innocent calling to teach

and exploit that calling

into corrupt expectations

“go the extra mile” you say

that’s what we do as educators

we groom teachers

to be without a self

and applaud them

when the light in their eyes

begin to dim

you wagged your finger at me

for running over my

30 minute

duty free

lunch break

and after hounding you with

emails and calendar invites

you graces me with 

2 minutes of your time

you mumbled nonsense

that went something like 

‘tax payers dollars’

‘parents upset’ 

and 

‘not what we do’

shame drips out of you

hoping that i will catch it

you know what breaks my heart the most

that i didn’t want to

make waves

didn’t want to 

disappoint you

and you probably don;t even remember me

you ask us to ‘think outside of the box’

to meet students needs

the hollowness of that demand is cruel

when you refuse to acknowledge

the pleas and cries

of your own soldies

how dare you

when you have some of the 

wisest

most giving

souls

employed in your prison

it has taken me a while

to digest your injustices

that the way you 

‘cared for me’

wasn’t a reflection

of my goodness

do you remember the group of 8th grade girls

who slammed their hands on the table collectively

chanting

“we wear what we want.”

i watched them

with my own 

defiant pride

dear wfps educators

may the pureness

that brought you 

into this profession

find a seat at that table

may your hands 

not stop pounding

until your needs are met

and may your defiant chant

be an echo chamber of change

for you

each and every

one of you

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