Look at me teacher and what do you see?
What are you thinking when you cane me?
I am a small child of seven, but soon I’ll be eight.
My teacher has caned me because I was late.
I am late for school teacher,
as I didn’t sleep last night.
My Mumma and Poppa had a big fight.
Poppa smashed the furniture and kicked down the door,
My heart is filled with tears and I can’t take anymore.
With a cane in her hand my teacher shows me aggression,
Maybe the teacher should show me compassion.
Because I haven’t got any parents teacher but you knew that already,
I live with my Grandma and Poppa Freddy.
I close my eyes so that I don’t see the cane,
I try so hard to blot out the pain.
I can hear my heart breathing and I hear every lash,
as she hits me hard the cane rips my flesh.
I am glad that the cane is no longer used,
as corporal punishment is a form of abuse.
What happens in the classroom stays with you forever,
Caning me repeatedly,
I wish that
She Never.