Teach for Hysteria: The Next Last Poet

This, from my student, Tianna, on the vicissitudes. printed here with her permission.

Tianna G.

misconceptions of me
in general misconceived thoughts of you
love is detrimental to our health
detriment and animosity go hand in hand
misconceiving thoughts of a childhood well spent.
the intricate molds that loses
laughter is our medicine
us amongst the midst of persuasive,
jokes are our cure
promiscuous, prompting individuals
fastidious amounts to intelligence,
lies are our sickness
intellectuall matters are best
secrets are our disease
left to the dogs
being metacognetive led to being a fool
i might as well do this before i
fools amongst fools is normal
fade completely
fools amongst genius is a riot
who is tianna latrice
every person knows a lonely feeling
we count our
lucky stars to say we did
falling from heights makes me invincible
but holding on made me seen
swinging from dreams means
we are conceited because we
are assured they will hold us

sincerely and forever yours Tianna

ps i decided that my heart is forever going to be art and writing so therefore when i am to old to be tianna i swear to you and myself that i will always write no matter were i am and how i am but something has got to change for better or worse so i am leaving this poem as Tianna's final will and testament because only angels go to heaven the sky is not the limit your mind and imagination is the limit when ever you think of me think of this angel blowing kisses BYE.