Miss Duke had my back
Back in the day
When not much
Went my way
She stood up for me
When it counted
A teacher, a mentor
who really cared
She laughed at my
confounding questions
and deflected my
Angry Young Man
Into words and
Self-esteem.
Protected me
From the suits
And the jokers
who spat,
who never understood
She got me.
She had my back.
I wrote.
She wrote back.
Even now,
When fallow years
And other roads
Diverge,
She has my back
Still
Everyone should
Have a hero like
My Miss Duke.
I hope she knows.
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