Posts Tagged ‘waiting for superman’

I wonder (a child’s poem on education in America)

September 20, 2010

I wonder what my world would be

If you could just see me as I see me

If you could just greet me with a smile even though you think I’m hostile

If you could not assume that I’m doomed for life’s prisons and trials

You may see a smile that would light up your room

You may see I’m as precious as any child in your room

If you could see why we may not see eye to eye

And meet me half-way so I’m not that child left behind

Maybe just maybe we will make some progress

If you just looked at me as a scholar and nothing less

I hunger for education but my teachers have me fasting

I’m just looking for your love and a little understanding

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They don’t care about us (a poem on education)

September 20, 2010

They don’t really care, we can’t compare

Educational system should have everyone scared

2010 MJ lyrics still ring true

From what he dropped back in the 1990’s dude

Tired of being the same victim of shame

They still throwin’ me in the class with the bad name?

Special Ed ain’t dead in fact it’s livin’ and  thrivin’

Black and brown kids packed in class like slaves no lyin’

Do they really care when the parents don’t

Do they really even care when society won’t

Hell nah lock em up in the corner of a school

Prepare ‘em for prison life they got same rules

But I’m remixing this song so I can reach out to you

To take a hard look at the kids bein’ lost in our schools

Fail me, sell me, no matter what you tell me

It’s all really lies ‘cause what I really know see

Is I’m tired of seeing my name in the same old books

Next to convicts, slaves, other types of crooks

Didn’t I come from greatness from Martin and Medgar

From Malcolm, Chavez, Mcleod I beg ya

To see me not as I am but as what I could be

I’m more then the ideas that you preconceive

So many strong roots livin’ in my ancestry

But when you look at me you see the branch of a dead tree

I’m tired of being the victim of you

Destroyin’ my self esteem like you love to

I wish you’d really just learn how to teach me

Reach me, preach me, teacher I beseech thee

Don’t label me special less it’s specially gifted

To go and save the world get humanity lifted

I can be great if you see the greatness in me

Just teach me like a prospect and not a suspect please