I’m a high-risk American,
a potential embarrassment to my country,
serving fifteen years with chalk-dusted fingers.
Compassion stings like a vaccine no one will take
due to fear of authority or god’s wrath.
I’m a high-risk American,
an acceptable loss for my country,
tortuously teaching youth the truth.
Illegally instructing the less fortunate
to jimmy the locks of their own cages.
I’m a high-risk American,
collateral damage in my country’s crossfire,
investing in the future without a bulletproof vest.
Maybe one day, I will be remembered
as brave, unmasked and seen.
Is there a better banner
for the home of the free?
The teacher,
who stands longer than most,
takes less, forgives more.
© khartless 2021, All Rights Reserved
I wrote a shell of this poem many years ago, but so many of the lines seem true now, so it was time to take it out and give it new life and context. While markers and white boards are more common, I spent many years teaching with chalkboards, and still use them occasionally depending on where in the world I am teaching.
Tricia is host tonight for dVerse’s Poetics with the call to Take a Risk. Be sure to join us.
- by tackling difficult subjects
- by laying bare a personal struggle in vivid detail
- by writing on any topic as long the word “risk” is used (perhaps the risk we take falling in love)
- by exploring a new writing form that you may find “risky” or unconventional
Anil Kumar is a teacher and artist. This painting is his response to the social media (PUG) addiction he sees in his students in India.





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