Teachers and peers
are a child's worst fears.
All they do is teach
and ban us from the beach.
Teachers are nothing
but devils to students.
They always shout at us
'Why don't you speak English fluent? '
The teachers who teach me
are nothing but kind and sweet.
We always greet each other
and at the market meet.
The teachers I have
treat us with love and kindness.
I hope they live forever
and full of forgiveness.
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