EQUAL ACCESS
My face is brown...my teeth are white...
My eyes are greenish-blue.
I am Mexican-American.
I'm me and I am you.
I want to learn~to fly so high...to win
your prize...to soar.
I'm floundering...I'm lost at sea...
My teacher says: "Do more!"
Oh Teacher...I do love you so.
You are my second world.
Take care of me;
Remember too:
Without your help to see me through,
I'm not sure what I'd do!
My parents say to "study hard".
But they're not really sure...
Of all the things I need at school.
To reach the goals I'm striving for.
You see, they've worked so hard...
And spent their time waging a war...
So I could come and sit right here,
To learn from you all year.
I sit here Teacher...right in front,
And look at you each day.
I love your room, the way you teach...
I love the way you smile.
My teacher, don't forget me, please.
I immitate your style.
For you, my precious Teacher...
I will walk that extra mile.
Written 10--4-03 (copyright date)
Building Bonds Teaching Conference
Cal Poly, Pomona
By: Sindi Wasserman, NBCT
Founder and President
Chino Valley Chapter
California Association for Bilingual Ed.
and
The National Association For
The Advancement of Caring Teachers
www.naact.org
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