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Theres a lot in my head right now, which i cant seem to get down. I'll try to write and talk about it later.
But in the mean time heres a poem that made in a poetry workshop class.
Everyday I go to war... From the moment I step out side the door and see the effect of inequality from my mothers brown and tattered eyes.
Packed with militant guns of education,
Tools that my mother had provided for me given from her 9 to 5 sweat,
Dropped from her brow,
Acts as a trigger to reclaim what has not been taught.
Books, dialectics, community participation,
A crescendo of rippling force crashing through sterile brick walls of over crowed classrooms.
But one, to a few vigilant minds grow from a flood of continuing echo reverberates of angry teachers.
Seeds embedded in the subconscious branch out to a raised fist that carries the struggles of disenfranchised, creating a collective forest of youth and students
Everyday I got to war...
i might write another verse or something, but im really tired.
please feel free to crit
But in the mean time heres a poem that made in a poetry workshop class.
Everyday I go to war... From the moment I step out side the door and see the effect of inequality from my mothers brown and tattered eyes.
Packed with militant guns of education,
Tools that my mother had provided for me given from her 9 to 5 sweat,
Dropped from her brow,
Acts as a trigger to reclaim what has not been taught.
Books, dialectics, community participation,
A crescendo of rippling force crashing through sterile brick walls of over crowed classrooms.
But one, to a few vigilant minds grow from a flood of continuing echo reverberates of angry teachers.
Seeds embedded in the subconscious branch out to a raised fist that carries the struggles of disenfranchised, creating a collective forest of youth and students
Everyday I got to war...
i might write another verse or something, but im really tired.
please feel free to crit