An Educator's Ears do not Listen

An educator’s ears do not listen

An educator’s ears only hear

What goes in

goes out the other ear.

An educator does what is expected

An educator teaches us about “important matters”

Where the hell do I learn to buy a house

Where do I learn to do taxes

Why is it

Every goddamn time

I try to benefit this life of mine

I learn only:

4x+2 =9

six thousand

five hundred

fifty-nine

sentences are taught to me every day

but the only thing I learn

is who got caught smoking in the bathroom.

An educator does not listen.

An educator rambles on about the things we “need to know”

When at least half of us will never use the

pythagorean theorem outside of class

and even more of us will try NOT to chose a career

that involves advanced math.

But an educator’s ears do not listen.

An educator doesn’t care.

An educator hears the talking.

An educator hears the stories,

But when an educator has seen too many kids chose a life

that does not seem healthy,

An educator will not care.

Every educator starts as a teacher.

A teacher inspires

and a teacher creates.

A teacher shows us what it means to be

Human.

And I admire those teachers that

Somehow manage

to stay a teacher.

For the one’s that tell me to take the road less traveled

often end up

on the other.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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