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KIDS


They are just KIDS, they say,

KIDS don't know, they say.

If i could have one job i would be the one to make them all listen.

Yeah listen, to KIDS, Education demands the minds of KIDS.

It engulfs the eyes of fallen caretakers.

If i had one job it would to teach what has not been taught to KIDS.

That one job would not only change my life,

but also change the lives of the negeleted, deprived precious KIDS.

KIDS are not goats to be sheperard, they are not to be pushed to a destination by a false hand.

They are my life, they are my present, past and future.

Yeah, KIDS are different in every way possible. 

It will not be easy getting them to learn at the same pace, find themselves 

OR even beileve that their work could be something, but it is that connection

That passion a teacher has for their KIDS that make them beleve they are capable of anything.

To be close them, to reach my dream to be with KIDS I cant just learn HOW? but WHY?

I have to physically be their for them. It wont be easy. 

Different circumstances leads to dIscomfort in their broken hearts and minds.

From internal abuse to external hate their minds become fragil and harder to reach and 

To decipher, but WHY give up? WHY show them the walls adults put between them 

and their KIDS.

KIDS listen, watch, imitate, beileve and  learn what they see and hear.

They are not stupid nor are they just KIDS,

They are life. products of life. reasons for life.

So my education to prepare for their lives will be never ending, there is always something more

To do, to learn and not just from me, but to learn fom them.

My Education is not to leanr about common history,art, math or science

but to teach them to learn from mistakes, teach them where things went wrong.

Build passionate emotions that can only form from learning from their own minds.

I will not teach them WHAT to think but HOW to think.

To think that KIDS can make such a differnece is crazy they said. 

But after all im just KID too and i made you listen.

 

 

 

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