A Letter
to My Students,
Dear Students,
I have no idea
how this will come out at all so I’m just going to say what I need to say. Stay
safe! Stay alive! There are too many kids, too many youth losing their lives
over dumb stuff. Even if the stuff is serious, is it honestly worth killing
over? I’ve attended my fair share of funerals for students I had when I was a
teacher at John B. Kelly Elementary School on the Southwest side of Germantown.
I hate going to young funerals, especially for kids I’ve had in my classrooms
as students. Almost every time I hear of a student passing, I immediately go to
the 3x5 cards I had you fill out in the beginning of the year. You told me your
hopes. You shared your dreams. You showed me your vision. No one envisioned themselves
checkin’ out early. How did we get from there to here? Should we not even make
goals anymore? Should I stop asking for your 3x5 cards? Should I not get your
autographs? Something won’t make me stop. Something won’t make me give up hope.
Something won’t make me think that it’s always going to be like this. Some kids
I’ve had at the Youth and even at King do believe that. That this cr ain’t
never gonna change. I get it. When you look around and there’s not much to look
at, it’s easy to think that way. But how is it that some people make it and
others don’t? How do some people go on to live successful lives, whatever that
looks like for them, and others don’t? Is it something in them? Is it their
support system? Is it their mindset? What? I don’t know all the answers. Shoot!
I might not know any of the answers. What I know is this, I want y’all to stay
alive! Fight to stay alive! Fight to not just survive, but thrive! Fight to
make it! Fight to grow old! Fight to help others grow old! Sure, when you look
around, things look like cr. But take a second look. Look at the ole heads in
the neighborhood. They lived. Look at the trees and the grass, they lived.
They’re still here for some reason. Look at the papi stores. They’re still
here. Listen to the birds. They’re still here. When’s the last time you saw a
dead bird in the hood? How many can you count? They’re still here, eating the
bread we throw down, chasing the bees around, flying above everybody else and
whatnot.
2017 |
Just live, kings
and queens! Long live the kings and queens! School might seem boring and
useless and all that, but right now it’s the best thing we got going. Nah, it
ain’t perfect. Nev. But the more I, I mean the more YOU learn, the more you’ll
know, even it’s the path NOT to take. I feel like I’m rambling. Y’all feeling
me or nah? Maybe I’m in my bag because one of my former students was shot in
the head and found in Fernhill Park on Thursday. Crazy thing is, I just saw him
here last year. We caught up after a 5-year hiatus. I had him in 5th
grade. Anthony Scott. That’s him. Little boy. Girls liked him a little bit. He
liked to draw and be annoying to his teachers and whatnot. He was in my
homeroom. Said he wanted to be a professional sports player. Then I get a text
accidentally. Someone looking for their loved-one, begging them to hit them up,
to call, something!
Maybe I’m in my
bag. But I’m human. I think I’m strong sometimes, but sometimes that thing hits
a little hard when it all comes at once. Know what I mean. Anyway, I guess we
better get to work. This young Black woman was the U.S. Poet Laureate. She was
the U.S.’s official poet back in 2018 or 2017 I think. Sometimes poetry helps
you through rough times. Like an ode. Ode to my students:
To my students,
You can do this!
I dedicate this
to you…
Okay I can’t
really think of anything right now, but give me time and I can come up with
one!
I wrote this during lunch as I thought about my old kid and the
accidental text I got. Just had to get my feelings out on paper because I’m not
about to cry in front of y’all. They tell us, especially the brothers to be
tough. To not cry. They say it shows weakness. I got a secret though, I do cry
sometimes. Mainly in the car, though. This new age says it’s okay to cry. Not
now, but maybe later. Maybe the poetry is in my tears. Who knows? Maybe I just
cried without even realizing it. Wait, was that poetic? Ard, lemme stop. Let’s
get to work. Your “Do Now” for today is…