You Know How We Like Horses?

What's the matter, son?
Someone's called you names again at school?

'It's my Biology teacher.
Mommy...
You know how we like horses? '

Yes.
Why?

'My teacher hates them.'

Why would you say that?

'After I read my report in front of the class.
She called me to her desk.
And then whispered in my ear...
~One day...
I bet you will be hung like a horse.~
And then she winked at me! '

She WHAT?

'She winked at me.
Don't get upset, mommy.
She only wants me to do better.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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