Poem dedicated to Ms. Hancock

Her electrified golden curls stuck out like branches,
The makeup on her face, like a tropical jungle,
Caked with bright colors, magenta and hot pink,
Ms. Hancock was her name,
She was plump like a grape,
Her clothes were eccentric, her style characterized by mismatched garments.

Despite her unconventional appearance,
Ms. Hancock had an unparalleled exuberance for life,
She had a tremendous capacity to inspire young writers toward excellence,
She taught with passion,
Every word was spoken with conviction in her spirit
Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she elucidated the deeper meanings of poems,
I loved her class.

She sparked a fire within me,
A fire burning for the love of writing,
She inspired me to release my emotions through the pen,
She unveiled the secrets of literature to my heart.

But suddenly, everything changed,
My source of inspiration, Ms. Hancock, was gone
Young students did not appreciate for the inspiration that she was,
Jeers of laughter and mockery at her appearance crushed her spirit,
Her glowing countenance was dimmed,
I never had the courage to tell her how valuable she truly was,
It was too late,
Her life was snuffed out, like a candle in the wind,
But the flame she ignited within my soul will never die,
I will never forget and I will never be the same.