Are They Forgotten Youth?

All hands on deck
All systems a go
One system fails
The Forgotten Youth

Children no longer in rows
Facing a clock
Responding to bells
To be programmed for factories


Children in table groups
With a table mate
Seen as some sort of number
To be programmed for cells?

Maybe no. Maybe so.

School leaders who damage
And have no control
Teachers frozen like stone
And just want to go home

The smoke from poverty’s cycle
Clouds future vision
Chaos consumes the mind
Of The Forgotten Youth
Left far behind

This was written as I try to process what I’m observing in education. There has certainly been a shift in education from 1996 until now. I don’t comprehend what I’m experiencing. But, the end result can be seen in the following 2 statements that I heard 2 children younger than 8 years old make:

“I feel hopeless.”
“I want to get hit by a car.”


A vivid image I see
when I close my eyes.
A wild imagination
that allows desires to live freely.
I see us in a strong embrace,
as we let time suspend until forever.
The warmth of your body
electrifies my soul.
A simple touch
ignites feelings unknown to the mind.
Voice as smooth as silk,
it carries me beyond the clouds,
and makes me believe I’ve reached the gates of Heaven.
Eyes as beautiful as the sun,
they draw me closer to you.
And then I awake.
I still feel this surreal reality from deep within,
and the memories engrained will forever linger on.

Could It Be

On Freedom: “No price is too high to pay for the priviledge of owning yourself.” – Nietzsche

Could it be that I know heaven?
Embraced in your strong hold,
Thoughts of a world unknown
Of a feeling never felt.

Making me think.
You teach me.
Words spoken from your tongue of gold.
You amaze me.
Making me smile.
Into your eyes, I gaze.
You make my heart feel safe
Whenever you’re around me.

Could it be that you’re my heaven?
A place that I’ve longed for.
A place where I can tear down my walls,
And open my arms and embrace it all.