The weight of knowing.
Things you don’t want to know.
Screaming but not making a sound.
Standing up while sitting down.
The press of promises sure to be unkept;
Struggling to make known what’s been shrouded.
Like convincing the abused the relationship is sour. . .why do they not see it?
Press on, push, pierce the darkness. . .show the victims the true colors of their oppressor.
Teachers, teachers, teachers – awake!