Mrs. Fierce

The paper comes in the mail about school.

My teacher is fierce, detailed, and no one's fool.

She is a teacher on the hunt for the biggest brain.

She was my math teacher last year and the homework was insane.

On the first day of school and I was late for her class.

She stared me down and asked for a hall pass.

I explained to her that I had to stop in the little girl's room.

She stared at me as if her brain went "Kaboom."

I knew it was a terrible way to start my first day of math.

She's thinking of how to torment me with a brain-busting task.

Now my bones are shaking without my permission.

I'll need prayers from my roommates along with my wishing.

All of a sudden sneaky smile comes in.

Shockingly, from a "killing me" grin.

But she put her hand on my shoulder and pointed to my seat.

I felt a sense of relief covered by a state of defeat.

Defeated by her kindness, she showed me today.

She is fierce, she's detailed, and she came to slay.