Here in America, every single state has standards for every subject, a collection of lessons that the teacher’s required to teach by the end of the term.
But the greatest lessons you will ever teach us will not come from your syllabus.
The greatest lessons you will ever teach us, you will not even remember.
You never told us what we weren’t allowed to say; we just learned how to hold our tongues. Now somewhere in America, there is a child holding a copy of Catcher in the Rye, and there is a child holding a gun. But only one of these things has been banned by their state government, and its not the one that can rip through flesh.
It’s the one that says ‘fuck you’ on more pages than one. Because we must control what the people say, how they think, and if they want to become the overseer of their own selves, then we’ll show them a real one.
And somewhere in America, there is a child sitting at his mother’s computer, reading the homepage of the KKK’s website. That is open to the public. But that child will have never read To Kill a Mockingbird because its school has banned it for its use of the n-word.
Maya Angelou is prohibited because we’re not allowed to talk about rape in school. We were taught that just because something happens, doesn’t mean you are to talk about it.
They build us brand new shopping malls so that we’ll forget where we’re really standing
on the bones of the Hispanics,
on the bones of the slaves,
on the bones of the Native Americans,
on the bones of those who fought just to speak.
Trans-Continental Railroad to Japanese internment camps, there are things missing from our history books. But we were taught that it is better to be silent than to make them uncomfortable.
Somewhere in America, a private school girl search for hours through boutiques trying to find the prom dress of their dreams. While kids on the south side spend hours searching through lost and found, cause winter’s coming soon and that’s the only jacket they have.
Kids are late to class for working the midnight shift, they give awards for best attendance, but not for keeping your family off the streets.
Kids will call your music is ghetto, they will tell you you don’t talk right, then they’ll get in the back of a car with all their friends, singing bout how they’re bout that life and we can’t stop.
Somewhere in America, schools are promoting self-confidence, while they whip out their scales and shout out your body fat percentage in class. While heftier girls are hiding away, and the slim-fit beauties can’t help but giggle with pride.
The preppy kids go thrift shopping because they think it sounds real fun, but we go because that’s all we got money for cause mama work for the city, mama only gets paid once a month.
Somewhere in America, a girl is getting felt up by a grown man on the subway. She’s still in her school uniform, and that’s part of the appeal. It’s hard to run in knee socks and mary janes and all her male teachers know it too.
Coaches cover up star players raping freshmen after the dance. Women are killed for rejecting dates. But God forbid I bring my girlfriend to prom. A girl is black out drunk at the after party. Take a picture before her wounds wake her. How many pixels is your sanity worth? Whats’s a 4.0 to a cold jury?
What’d you learn in class today? Don’t walk fast, don’t speak loud, keep your hands to yourself, keep your head down, keep your eyes on your own paper. If you don’t know the answer, fill in C. Always wear earbuds when you ride the bus alone, if you feel like someone’s following you, pretend you’re on the phone.
The teacher never fails, only you do.
Every state in America, the greatest lessons are the ones you don’t remember learning.
I apologize if there are any mistakes, I couldn’t find it anywhere so I did it myself and I used the video linked at the beginning of this post as reference. The group that does this is called Get Lit, and theyhave several members and have other things just like this.
Here you are. The end of this post. Somewhere in America, someone is clicking reblog right away, while others scroll on, and I’m sure at least someone doesn’t even read it because its a long post. The reblog button is right there. Make a choice.
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