Stop
They told me that the value of the classroom would be exponential,education is the essential, why are you wasting all of your potential on extraordinary things.
Stop.
They said that my colors are a crescendo a combination that the shades of my mind could not bled to, but it was more that their hearts could not comprehend this to
Stop.
That my hue bled out side of the lines that my words couldn't find their rhyme that i was wasting too much time that i was not one of a kind
Stop.
The seat of my desk burned like fire in my back causing my feet to tap tick tick tick
what’s all that noise disruptive, detention sending me off to the land of the unmentioned Stop.
Welcome to island of misfit toys perfect for all of the girls and boys who are black, brown, don’t speak english, call to much attention, can't sit still, don't understand the point question, the system show their shoulders or the nips of their knees, didn't take their medication, speak up just too much
Stop.
Because that's just how its always been implement a system of incarceration, the shame of a nation where your tax dollars and cents just go towards inflation, a pipeline of frustration for 15 years, a public schooling gestation just to raise the iration of in entire first world population
Stop.
But how do we teach our children standards when the standard of education in so substandard like giving a child a naughed off birthday candle and saying now give me fire
Stop.
How do we prove that they are the movers the shakers the leaders when in the eleventh year they are still fifth grade readers
Stop.
How do prove that the elestrias temptations of a life without school or nothing but pipetrees for fools that cascade into a death certificate signed before noon of a squandered life lost too soon that while they were out there digging trenches and building fences that we could have helped take them to the moon
Stop.
How do we prove that when we ask them to jump that we will lay a trampoline beneath their feet to propel them toward the sky without knowledge in there heads and a trail blazed at their feet that they will never know how high they could fly
Stop.
They say that those who cannot do teach but those who bastly know not what they preach because we are the last great frontier with our arms left out reach that if they were stranded in the desert and asked for an ocean that we'd be the beach we are the speed bump on the highway that brings our car to a screeching halt
Stop.
because we have promised them that they are the stars in the sky that burned too bright but that we too are supernovas and we dare not dim their light before somebody else has the opportunity to see the glow of the night
Stop.
Because i promise that their colors will never bleed to fine and that they will not need stay in the lines let this be their sign that they are free
Stop.
They say that those can't do teach but they never tried because teaching is never just teaching it is becoming a gatekeeper for a door that was never locked because they are the key Stop.
It is the basic reminder that you are more than smart that together we are able to take this whole system apart that the core and the standards are but one part because there's no standardized test to measure heart
Stop.
The stop is over it's time for the start
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