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Dear Mr Maths teacher

Dear Mr Maths teacher,
thank you for your time.
Or was it your crime?
To forgo principle.
Was I invisible?
You spoke a different language,
the speech of numbers.
But figure this, you won’t get
me doing Pythagoras’ Theorem – one
whole year of that
and nothing else left
me questioning myself.
While the talented in
the elite set stormed
The bottom group left to
Then stuck in the middle
with you,
the bully pack.
By year eleven I’d
had enough – given
up trying
after being dropped
in free-fall, left
with the bullies
though I went
on the nicer
table where
we spent more
time discussing
Monty Python sketches
than doing any
Thanks, Mr Maths teacher
for your time.
It wasn’t your crime.
Systematic failure,
supply teachers invading.
The teacher who
used to be a judge.
I will never forget
her, extremely
posh – how did
she survive
our class?
The jury out
I failed.
And guess what
I hate Mathematics
thanks to this –
so will keep it
quicker –
never give up
on anything –
you’ll live
to regret it.
Dear Mr Maths teacher.
Thanks and forget it.

About Geraldine Ward

Geraldine Ward has been writing and performing various forms of poetry and prose from an early age, and is a regular contributor at the London Farrago Poetry Slam nights. She has published a number of books including the "Now" collection, and has featured in other publications including Katie Metcalfe's "Beautiful Scruffiness" series of magazines.


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