Closing the Teach For America Blogging Gap
Aug 22 2012

give me your tired, your poor. OR: why my school claims to be the “educational statue of liberty”

Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to beat the shit out of each other;
The wretched refuse of surrounding schools with solid discipline policies,
Send these, the expelled,
Tempest-tossed to me
I unwillingly lift my pointer and pretend to have hope!

Not like the brazen giant of the real world post-high school,
With actual consequences, character-building, and responsibility;
Here at our graffitied gates of hate shall stand
A once-mighty woman with a projector, promised that she could change lives with no training,
And her name, Ms. Y.
From her beacon-hand glows world-wide fear that another chair will be thrown;
Her mild eyes command the hopelessness of cyclical failure,
That twin cities frame.
“Keep, Good Public High Schools, your storied, successful students!”
Cries she, never, wishing they were her’s.

Give me your reckless, your violent,
Your huddled masses yearning to join a gang;
The wretched products of a school system based in lies,
Send these, the homeless,
Tempest-tossed to me
My school will lift its lamp beside the golden door, change grades and attendance, and make everything okay

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