find your voice.exploring your passion through spoken word poetry.
When someone asks me what I’m passionate about, I almost-alwayssay books. Or writing. Or the greater population of this country learning proper grammar. But, “their, there, and they’re” isn’t the only lesson I want my students to learn.
What if I told them about injustice. Wouldtheir hearts beat faster? Or stronger? What about hate? Would their eyes open wider?But would I even need to teach them at all?What if that hate. What if that injustice: was their neighbor. Their brother. Their coach.Their friend. They log onto CNN and see kidstheir age Starving. Killing. Fighting. Dying.old them about injustice. Would their
Or they walk home from school,scared of the sidewalk, of the gangs, or the drugs, or their homes. Ormaybe they’re gay. Or black or white or brown. Or male or female, or justcan’t decide. What if they knew that like is much tougher with clenched fists and hard faces?
Or if they realized that their hands would be better used as picket sign holders, or writers of legislation,reporters of news, deliverers of babies.Not makers of bruises, or heartache, or pain. What if they realized that theirlips, and their tongues, and their words could be used for life. For good. For hope. & For change.
What if they think there’s no possible way. But what if, they realized their part: Their hate. Their past. Theirprejudice. I wonder if they’re scared? I would tell them “It’s okay” and “it’ssafe here.” I would beg them to fight for good, yell for injustice, and perhaps, no absolutely, find their unique, distinct, undeniably recognizable, and powerful: Voice.
Now I do hope too that they learned“their, there, and they’re” because I’m already ready to move on to “your, and you’re.”