Stoneware, Slab pressed
"Labeled”
They pitied me
As I look up at the sky,
Dreaming about Life
They whispered…
“Broken”
They wept when
I opened a book,
Reading Alcott’s Little Women
They whispered
“Incapable of learning”
They mourned when
I sat alone at my desk,
Drawing a picture of the future
They whispered
“Void”
Are they still pitying me
As I walk across the stage
To receive my degree?
Will they weep
When I stand before my students
As I teach?
Or will they come to a realization
That the reason why
I am able to achieve my dreams
Is because I could not hear them
Therefore I always had hope.
(written by Cizzy Boga 2014)
.
They pitied me
As I look up at the sky,
Dreaming about Life
They whispered…
“Broken”
They wept when
I opened a book,
Reading Alcott’s Little Women
They whispered
“Incapable of learning”
They mourned when
I sat alone at my desk,
Drawing a picture of the future
They whispered
“Void”
Are they still pitying me
As I walk across the stage
To receive my degree?
Will they weep
When I stand before my students
As I teach?
Or will they come to a realization
That the reason why
I am able to achieve my dreams
Is because I could not hear them
Therefore I always had hope.
(written by Cizzy Boga 2014)
.