submitted by Christian Perkins, Houston, TX
For educators, there is a thin line between acceptable and inappropriate contact. A teacher that abuses their position of trusted nurturer becomes a poisonous elixir force fed to an innocent. And it follows that the pain the child suffers will incubate and manifest itself in the form of something even more harmful in their lives and the lives of their future loved ones.
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rebecca says:
this is so well spoken and very true. abuse from any trusted person i would imagine has the same effect, but my personal experience the abuse from my teacher had toxic effects for decades and it was years before i truly understood where it all started.
Steven Adam 'Joaquin' Drake says:
Dear Christian Perkins
I felt like sharing some of my lyrical poetry with those on this sight.
LOVE OF HEIGHTS FALLEN RIGHT BACK ON ME…
by Steven A. J. Drake
March 19, 2009
For the love that’s just began spilling over pages in rough
Shot hands of mistaken identity’s right for wrongs in
News speakable approach in hope for a higher purpose of
Inspiration’s entitlements to love what has been in the
Heart for a song born all along.
Saved for balance of precious memories -will to live- past
Toll bridges falling into the depth of the seas. While reaching
Out for blue skies to breathe in love of soul longing to be free.
When it’s time for connections -beyond belief- of yesterdays
In fear of thunder rolling right over me.
Soul shining intuitively drawn for art pictured
As imagined to be true. Held up to the highest
Esteem relative to life’s living for love of
Heights falling right back on me.
Who are we bound for this journey? in light of visions
Beatified. Risking eye in storms out side of time. Realized
In nature of humane abundance… leaving so much bad
Energy behind. Although profoundly revitalized.
‘Poetic Justice’ comes to mind!
Color these pages in the ‘book of life.’
Follow your destiny, although, hard at times,
When the loneliness strikes. For what accords?
In birthing places of choral refrains sung right
Up to ‘Heaven’s Gate’ for angelic wings of
Guardianship’s real life testaments.
Soul shining intuitively drawn for art pictured
As imagined to be true. Held up to the highest
Esteem relative to life’s living for love of
Heights falling right back on me.
Copyright 2009 Steven A. J. Drake