The Day a Teacher Cries

The title speaks for itself.
BLACK... the colour of grief suits the day
Filled with utter disappointment..
Since when did the students stoop so low.
We do not ask for gifts..
Hell, we do not ask for you to remember our day
Just Respect..
If respect is too much to offer
Then, spare us some humanity..
Out of shame , Out of guilt, Out of love...
Students now.. not to point to everyone of them
Why is it on this day..
You still are not listening to us..
Are we of no value to all of you
What if someday, we stop caring for you..
Will you notice us...
You are like our kids...
yet you treat us like your slave
Disrespect.. Under appreciated..
Know how it felt to be treated this way...
You 'll see..
When you do...
We would still be right here
For you
Because... Over everything
We are still Your stupid OLd teacher.
And above all You will always be Our Beloved student.