Details |
Alexandra Mutti Poem
"Different is not broken"
Imagine,
A hopeless place, a place where
you're told your never gunna
matter,
where teachers give you A's
just to get that pay,
Because our government set it
up that way,
A place where, Parents neglect
their childrens learning
disability,
turning it into mental
retardation,
Making them suffer through
intellectual starvation,
Imagine...imagine that place,
Now open your eyes, that place
is our poor youths reality,
Special Ed classrooms and
programs,
A classroom we've forgotten to
pay attention too,
But act like we pay attetion cos
our government supplies that
funding,
N our teachers are given
children who are products of
their parents so obvious
neglect,
N in all honesty the people,
We've stopped caring,
Please understand my passion I
want to return hope into these
classrooms,
These children from poor
neighborhoods with barley the
resources,
Whose principals fake that
smile when the superintendent
is observing,
When really all he's doing is
serving the people's false hope,
That were doing all we can for
"these poor, poor, disabled
children" ,
We're not.
We need to start recognizing
the streets these children are
from,
Providing the guidance that has
yet to come,
These children deserve a
chance to be something in this
world,
N not just be taught that all
they will ever do is take up
space.
I got kids reppin what streets
they from,
N what gangs they bang,
Not realizing the actual
meaning of the words that they
speak,
Only retaining the ways of the
gangsters influencing them
from their block,
N the music industry ain't
helpin them neither,
My students listening to the
philosophies of two chainz...
When they should be listening
to the words of Nas,
Telling them they can be what
they wanna be if they work
hard at it,
Instead of talkin bout what
they want on their birthday,
using labels that degrade
women,
Damn,
No direction at home,
Creating a social infection,
Teachers avoiding that
reflection,
Letting them fall into the
standard that society has
created,
Labeling them "poor retarded
kids"
Well I warn you I am one of
many who are fed up,
And will do anything to see
these kids get up,
And help them fight for their
right to be whatever the hell
they want to be,
It's bad enough people shun
bec of the way they look,
What kinda crook are we to
poison the mind of our youth,
I'm tryin not to be pessimistic,
But the way things are lookin it
looks straight acidic,
To stop caring bec they are all
lost causes,
And aren't smart enough to
contribute to this world,
The children are lost n they
need our help,
They are our future,
Different is not broken,
different is not stupid, different
is NOT worthless,
Can you feel me?
Different is not broken...
We need to practice that
mentality,
If we want any promise in our
reality.
Copyright © Alexandra Mutti | Year Posted 2013
|