by Cheryl Merrick
Tired past tired,
All has been given.
It is time to rest.
The class has begun.
Smothered by mountains
of colored worksheets,
Constricted by ponderous schedules,
I struggle to free myself
from this oppressively, complex world.
A world where questioning is
taught in 32 complicated, labeled steps.
A world where worth is measured
by the ability to grasp verbal details
and quickly insert them on the proper line.
A world where obedience,
and conformity are required
and passive stillness is rewarded.
A world where thinking,
like a dangerous beast,
is safety tamed into prescribed patterns.
A world where I don’t belong.
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