Thursday, April 7, 2011
Celebration of Voice Poem
Where would I be if I listened. You can never be a leader because you follow us. Your locked inside this little box, never think outside of it. We control your every thought, we tell u what to do, what to say, how to act. Your only gonna know what we tell you because we hold the controller to your brain and we button mash schemes and ideas through our system of education, that masquerades as a correctional facility where "misguided" children are fixed and forced to conform to their pre-ordained... Ill show them. Ill show them that intuition ignites intelligence and regurgitated facts out of textbooks fall between the cracks when we are face with real situations, real life; real talk. I dare to say that this complex, incomprehensibly complicated system; is retarded; but that would be politically incorrect to say now wouldn't it. Look. See how the head honcho's handicap your mind and ziplock your mouth to avoid self-entitled freedom of expression; freedom of thought. Formulated exams are manufactured with one solution; one way to sole, one answer. As if in life we follow the yellow brick road until we hit a stumbling block where we have to use sine over cosine or implement a fallacy or anything else they try to force feed into our reluctant mouths... Ill show them. I won't be locked in their claustrophobic box. If stuffy suits wanna be distant teachers and provide curriculums; rubix cubes on paper that offer seemingly simple instructions that mask complex motives to structure future generations. if they wanna teach, then teach us life beyond the walls off this institution. It makes no sense that potential pioneers are bombarded with pressures and plights that pulls the wool over their eyes and turns effervescent faces into emaciated ones. Contributors to society are sent to graveyards because of ill-advised decisions that have nothing to do with "system" education. Textbooks don't tell you how to live outside of an occupation and function fully in this power struggle we call life... Take that Ivy Leaguers. Ill show you that I can find a way around your pitfalls and parameters and find my niche. A place where I can be what I wanna be, and not what my career placement test tells me I can be.
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