The monument of mystification
I know I have written about
this many times
but this is just a sinister crisis;
In the class room, you could
see this man happily hugging
the death of normality,
the treachery of numbers he revealed,
with such comfort,
not knowing what this was doing to me
Math!
my! is that word bitter or what?
this teacher wanted
me to understand hieroglyphics
the wrong way,
why didn't he tell me to go
register for an egyptian class?
I would have done so gladly
And I as he distributed
those white bombshells, test papers,
my! was I bound to lose the war,
my confidence was battered,
I could only hide in a trench
of my private revision,
which rescued me partially
from this mental bully,
which choked my brain
to an eloquent dumbness
with which I know speak
The titanic of numbers
had made me a human wreck
and I sunk deep
in the sea of misunderstanding!
Help!
By Kakraba Afful
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