So upstanding conservative student, who's purpose is supposedly to just make a political point, is saying here: "The poem is about my professor, and I didn't know she had a three year old daughter (and didn't bother to think about who my professor's daughter might actually be, what her circumstances were, whether she was a minor, or a rape victim, or terminally ill, etc, etc.)."
That's strike one. He's a moron.
From the so-called poem:
Juan thought of this challenge and how next he can smart her. “She wants me to hate Gringos,” thought clever Juan Diego, “But tables will turn, Señora tan ciega!”
By well made chance , Juan Diego found out, That in the same dorm and down just one door, A beautiful girl, with a squishy round snout, Slept every day. He could hear her snore. One night she walked by, her blue eyes funned out. She bumped into Juan, just a night shirt she wore. “My name is Snow, my mother is White” Juan's brown eyes widened, his pants grew tight.
It seems to be custom, here in the States, That after a girl loves a boy for just one night, She brings him to dinner, though her mother hates The sight of new boys with smiles so bright. So Juan was invited to the White estate. He rang the door bell and held Snowy tight. White opened the door and there was a great swap. As one face lit up, the other face dropped.
And that's strike two. Writing like a street thug, he threatens to "turn the tables on the professor" by, in the vernacular, screwing her daughter.
Someone delivers a poem like that to me, and I could care less about his politics. I'd take him out back and thrash him about the head and shoulders.
Either you missed the point of the student's exercise in a big way, or the other 95% of us did.