Liberation looks like teenagers mapping their voices in 10 minutes of silence Liberation is being free from the day’s struggles and tying them down to paper I’ve seen liberation happen Ink flowing on paper like they were flowing blood from their fingertips
If you’re so angry Write a poem If you’ve ever been cheated out Write a poem If you’ve ever been lied to without the courtesy of it being done behind your back Write a poem Write every gut wrenching, self-deprecating, thought on paper Perform self-surgery to remove the weight of world from the bones in your shoulders
By writing a poem
If they’ve never understood what is was like to go to school every day lacking self-worth If they’ve never understood what it was like to go to school Where adults didn’t trust you, officers looked down on you “Get to class” – My only purpose in life was to get to class “Sorry teacher. I didn’t do my homework because being at home was too much work already.” Then write a poem
For the broken desks and spirits Crumbling ceilings and facades Holes in the floor and education system That our school forgets to brag about Write a poem.
To correct every materialistic, tech savvy, online, suit and tie, next big thing, Kind of ******* lie our school feeds us Liberate yourself by writing a poem
For the principal that has no idea what happens in the classroom Liberate him For the students who don't know what doesn’t happen with administration Liberate them
Write a poem Because if you fail, then will anybody notice Your silent shouts knocking on deaf ears
Write a (love) poem About how this school became your four year long affair Five days a week. Even though you had your battles You’re going to miss this kind of relationship when it’s gone Liberate this kind of community
Write a poem for the soles of the feet of boys and girls Who dance on broken bottles Copper glass shards Exoskeletons of alcoholics Scattered in a playground like tombstones in a graveyard Write a poem for the broken bottles your community got used to Liberate your community
If you’ve ever been inspired here then write a poem To inspire others to loosen the wrinkles in the joints in their fingers Crinkle out the cracks in their wrist Get those palms to tell their own stories
Write a poem That will make them raise their arms and shake Chains of oppression off their lungs to get them o Breathe Liberate them
Write a poem that would make the roots of you ancestry shake their leaves Liberate your roots
Liberate yourself – make them listen Liberate them – make yourself listen
Liberate the 9th grade wannabe’s, drop out clichés, teenage mothers, Clueless administrators, kids feeling tied down to Tucson, Teachers lacking faith in change Boys and girls thinking they are forever Silenced Liberate those you are forever Silent