Midterm
I sit in judgment of my students
and hate to be trapped in that position.
Just a lab assistant with his rodents,
training them to accept their condition,
hoping that what little critique that
I can inculcate aids in their travails
through space and time and facilitate
their own questions at times that power fails
to provide good answers to the life
they find themselves trapped in hopelessly,
and sometimes to the point of greater grief.
Why can not education be mainly
a conversation with respectful rules
between those who need, and those who have tools.
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