Dear educators, I have been thinking.
I don't think we should be trained into money making and obeying people

Instead
I think I should make homes for the insects I see hiding in the bushes
I think I should make a warm bath for my guardian
I think I should not be as afraid of dancing with the one I love
I think I should dare to pick a berry from a bush and eat it.

Let me not forget about the ruthless beauty of our existence
Teach me how to love it
How to survive

Curriculum creator, let us utilize our classrooms in the most healthy way possible
to let us slowly breath in and breathe out into a new, sustainable, generation
where both mine and Sarah’s, and Noa’s, and Mischa and Mohammed’s and Aisha’s belly can be full
So that we can play
And progress.
Exist

Curriculum creator, let us merge all documented knowledge to meet our basic needs in the most effective way possible
let me tell you what I need
and then maybe we could create a space within which we can survive
and thrive.

Let me care
And then perhaps
You can promise me a future.

this is a poem i have made about a potential future