Shuffled through, mingled voices, cattle
Not even a name, not even a face, only a body
Not boys, not girls, not women, not men.
Not even students.
We are just a meager obstacle to the next paycheck
Students need a teacher who can respect them
A teacher that can respect themselves and their integrity
Enough to engage us.
We need to be shown that we can learn
We need to be taught that we are more
We need to be told that we can ascend
The Public Education System has done nothing for us
It has entrenched us in class unconsciousness
Waving meaningless carrots in front of our faces
Victims of Mr. Rogers
We can't do anything with what we've "learned"
We are moved along the assembly line,
Apathetic teacher after apathetic teacher
Carelessly “adding” another piece to our “education”
When the day is done, and Bobby’s already dropped out,
We are left knowing little more than the day we were first placed on the line in the factory
We are left with a future that is bleak, and no skills
We are left in our ghettoes with our ignorance
Tupac was too optimistic when he said that a rose could grow from concrete
Because in these streets, the blood runs deep and fills in the cracks of our lives
The blood of children forced to waste thirteen years of their life
In a place that didn’t give a damn for them
All it did was make them feel even less special
NEA, you are the devil.
Please Mr. Doe
We just want you to care
And be the role model to us kids that don’t have a father
Please Mrs. Doe
We just want you to be there
And teach us what you know, at least pretend we matter