a poem about teaching i found online :)

When I become a teacher

I'll put a map of the world on every wall in my classroom

My students will always know to have a universal mindset

When they hear freedom, they'll think of more than spirituals and Emancipation

They'll remember the stinking pits at Babi Yar

The curled steel at Auchwitz

Sarajevo’s rifle butts

Cambodia’s grit and sweat and death

These classroom walls will not fence their minds.

Eyes will be opened. Again.

Instead of asking my students to adjust to my teaching style

Fawn in silent awe over my genius

I'll ask them how they learn

Then tend to the visual

Auditory

and tactile learners

the best way I can

They’ll never doubt their place in my plan,

Confuse our classroom for a cookie-cutter

Stage where they must sit on their hands.

I’ll take criticism.

Gather it like gold dust between my fingers.

Never satisfied, I’ll Practice my practice forever.

My classroom will be painted bright blues and yellows

Along with students drawings, murals and poetry

Displays of Me Magazines

And word walls

Scenes from books acted out

Role playing

and Mock trials

I will appreciate their creativity

I will teach my students inquiry

Ask them questions about the world around them

Their opinions on issues from health care to the Palestine Wall

I won't talk at them, but with them

We'll have discussions and debates

I will challenge them

Ask them how they would tackle issues like budgets cuts

Low reading levels

And school safety

I'll ask them how they feel about Pennsylvania finding money to build 3 more prisons but cutting funding from schools

Or how they feel about districts paying millions for standardized test and curriculum but not having enough for extra curricular activities

They will be informed

My students will be poets

storytellers

actors

artists

analyst

activists

All while being beautiful

Everyday I will tell them they're beautiful

-Sienna Douglas