Sitting in my seat; doing so alone.
They say smile, be kind, and make new friends.
Tell me, admin, how easy that was for you.
Tell me, teacher, how to smile in a room of strangers.
Tell me, society, how to make friends of these people.
How, in this city of new, do I fit in with the accustomed?
The teachers say, “Write what you want to say and
Use your imagination” with smiles plastered - Painted -
On their plastic faces, evil red pens in hand.
Just waiting for me to stray from their path of ‘Correctness’.
Their robots churn out essays of Right, uniform - to say
In my most updated vocabulary- and utterly dry.
History is in the past. Crisp – factual – True –
Bloody – exciting – Right – never letting the pool—
full of dreams-- create; only stuff with facts.
Choking and filling the plane it rests and –
Unknown to the fisher of Ideas – pretty empty.
Facts overpopulate the current space of Mind.
Where is the fun – Play—Happiness – of our youth?
What has become of the whooping and sweating and—
Dare I say?—pure joy of being able to play?
Stuffed inside our tiny office; glued to our computers—Stress
thrives—never leaving the screen. Filling our minds and – yes—
Our bellies – hoping to fill a void in our bodies. Boredom.
“This generation won’t outlive the past one.”
“Our children are obese.” “Sixty minutes a day!”
“Exercise helps students grades increase!”
Listen to yourselves. Gym – every – other—DAY?
Never should it be! Our generation needs to
Stray from “ACADEMICS!” and fall into “PLAY TIME!”
What am I saying to our teachers? Listen here;
Let the children do what children do—play.