She said it wasn't his time to learn,
he would come to it later then.
My eyes looked at her,
the way they do when I really hear.
So, I took my quick to judge thoughts
and blame-filled finger,
unleashed the anger around my throat
and settled on a path of patience
content to wait.
Quickened at the thought of being taught
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