2017 – it’s 2017
Who would think that in 2017
I would feel the need to have you read
a poem in favor of humanity?
I look out at my students
what do I see?
I see wires from teenage ears
red, yellow, black pods in and around their ears
talking to them
I see the omnipresent ChromeBook
on their desks – their laptop computer instructors
And on tables as stand alones
I see the Boxes standing tall –
They are Black
They are Powerful
They are Teaching my kids
And I am complicit….
What did I just say?
The black plastic and metal square heads
Are everywhere… scrambling
the brains of my students
teaching them to be compliant
all the same
But my kids are the outliers on the scattergrams –
the next generation’s movers and the shakers
At least they used to be
They used to be when we treated them as humans
not little red, yellow, and green bars on Excel data sheets
not as inhuman commodities
not as a dollar sign
not as a deficit
not as the invisibles
the shame of the school
the student who brings down my VAM
So – where is the humanity in 2017?
The little rectangular plastic and glass slab that sits in our pockets
I won’t even begin to go where that slab has pulled our children
a place where our children hide out
a place where our children hide from reality
a place where a child is no longer human
Why do our kids want to get lost in the Screen instead of in the woods?
Why do our kids want to get lost in the Internet instead of in a good book?
Why do our kids want to live inside a box instead of in the real world?
I cry out for a return to humanity
for a return to nature
for a return to that which makes us human
and unique and real and immortal.
I cry out for a 21st Century Transcendental Movement.
Who will join me in the fight to transcend
the pie charts
the Excel Spread sheets that try to
define our students?
Let us together form a new world
for our children and grand children –
a world that celebrates the child in each of us
a world that loves nature
a world that believes we are more than just flesh and blood –
certainly more than a data point –
a world that believes we can transcend the rational
a world that reaches for the stars.