Legit Educators (Be Seen, protect, and respect)

An unwritten archive of triumphs and scars,
Etched in red ink under flickering stars,
In the heavy, deep silence of rooms left behind,
Lies the battleground history of mapping the mind.
From the rigid old desks and the textbooks of old,
Where authority ruled and obedience was told,
To the hyper-connected, fierce digital age,
A chaotic frontier now unfolds on the stage.
We stand as the bridge, though we're fraying and thin,
To shepherd the new world that's rushing on in.

Yet beneath this devotion, a hypocrisy lies:
The system shields children but ignores our own cries.
Defenseless we stand at the front of the room,
In an undeclared war of attrition and gloom.
From volatile students to parents who rage,
To the venom of peers on this corporate stage—
We choke on impunity, shattered and bruised,
While the shield that we deserve is denied and refused.

Now the sanctity fades as the boundaries blur,
Where the casual tutors and click-baits occur.
They birth a toxic myth that a marker in hand
Makes anyone fit for this sacred, hard land.
But the true, legit teacher has walked through the fire,
A four-year long crucible born of desire.
Through licensure exams and psychological art,
They mastered the science of molding the heart.

To strip them of honor, to underpay worth,
To match them with those who just chanced on this earth,
Is a systemic betrayal, a modern disgrace,
That darkens the light of this educational space.
Our stories should chronicle minds waking bright,
Not survival and burnout in the dead of the night.
Defend the great architects, shatter the noise,
Give the keepers of knowledge a shield and a voice.