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Dear nephew

 


somebody close to me attempted suicide

the day before our first meeting


bad timing 


but “old man shut your mouth!”

was asking for

“you wan a backhander mate?!”

was it not?


fighting to be heard


trying to survive 


in my last days of teaching


smashed repeatedly every day & night


schools & homes of criminal neglect


kids need attention 


AND BOUNDARIES


teaching broke my heart


I loved all my students as if my OWN children


Half the time I felt l cared more about you all than your parents did


I certainly knew you better in a group situation



one day you’ll understand what washes with people & what doesn’t

there are lines

things that doen’t stand up on the street

&

53 years of intense pressure at that point adds up


now 55


not a period off in two terms!

which is illegal


I was thrown around like an oily rag for 8 years


thanks to Jeff Kennett & John Howard

Scum!


no permanent job in 8 years!


one of the most demanding jobs there is


just when the kids trusted me


I was forced to leave


& start from scratch


into the headwind of contempt & distrust


thanks for nothing! eh?


then after work

caring for an angry aggressive chronically & acutely sick woman for 12 years


& the deaths of my mother & best/only friend


before divorce deaths of my father & big brother



now excuses sure


just some context


I can only imagine the pain you folks were in


like lambs the the slaughter


alas when you met me


I was on my last legs


Leadership at every level

perpetrating human rights abuses


Fuck institutions!


AGAIN!


Fuck institutions!


they’re made for computers


I made one mistake & quit


I was used up


finished!


—


healing is a lifelong process


just don’t be a shitkunt with me


I work my guts out


that’s why “the pillars of society” hate & persecute me


everyday



as they do you



remember me



I remember you 🥹🙏❤️‍🩹😭✊🏾🐢🍀



One Love xo



Malachi James Doyle


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