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Somewhere In America

Here in America in every single state they have a set of standards for every subject; a collection of lessons that the teacher's required to teach by the end of the term..But the greatest lessons you will ever teach us will not come from your syllabus, the greatest lessons you will ever teach us you will not even remember. You never told us what we weren't allowed to say, we just learned how to hold our tongues.

Now somewhere in America there is a child holding a copy of The Catcher in the Rye and there is a child holding a gun; but only one of these things have been banned by their state government, and it's not the one that can rip through flesh, it's the one that says 'fuck you' on more pages than one. Because we must control what the people say, how they think, and if they want to become the overseer of their own selves then we'll show them a real one..

And somewhere in America there's a child sitting at his mother's computer reading the homepage of the KKK's website, and that's open to the public, but that child will have never read To Kill a Mockingbird  because his school has banned it for it's use of the 'n word.' 

Maya Angelou is prohibited because we're not allowed to talk about rape in school. We were taught that just because something happens, doesn't mean you are to talk about it. They build us brand new shopping malls so that we'll forget where we're really standing; on the bones of the Hispanics, on the bones of slaves, on the bones of the Native Americans, on the bones of those who fought just to speak. Transcontinental railroads to Japanese internment camps, there are things missing from our history books..but we were taught that it is better to be silent than to make them uncomfortable.

Somewhere in America private school girls search for hours through boutiques trying to find the prom dress of their dreams while kids on the south side spend hours searching through the lost and found, 'cause winter's coming soon and that's the only jacket they have. Kids are late to class for working the midnight shift. They give awards for best attendance, but not for keeping your family off the streets. These kids will call your music ghetto, they will tell you you don't talk right, then they'll get in the backseat of a car with all their friends singing about how they're "'bout that life" and "we can't stop."

Somewhere in America schools are promoting self confidence while they whip out their scales and shout out your body fat percentage in class. While the heftier girls are hiding away..and the slim-fit-beauties can't help but giggle with pride.. The preppy kids go thrift shopping because they think it sounds real fun, but we go because that's all we've got money for, 'cause mama works for the city, mama only gets paid once a month.

Somewhere in America a girl is getting felt up by a grown man on the subway.. She's still in her school uniform and that's part of the appeal. It's hard to run in these socks and Mary Janes and all her male teachers know it too. Coaches cover up star players raping freshman after the dance. Women are killed for rejecting dates, but God forbid I bring my girlfriend to prom.. A girl is blackout drunk at the afterparty, take a picture before her wounds wake her. How many pixels is your sanity worth? What's a 4.0 to a cold jury? 

"What'd you learn in class today?"

Don't walk fast, don't speak loud. Keep your hands to yourself, keep your head down. Keep your eyes on your own paper, if you don't know the answer; fill in C. Always wear earbuds when you ride the bus alone. If you feel like someone's following you, pretend you're on the phone. A teacher never fails, only you do.

Every state in America.. 

The greatest lessons..are the ones you don't remember learning.

-Created and produced by Youth Speaks/Brave New Voices (Poem written and performed by: Belissa Escoloedo, Zariya Allen, & Rhiannon McGavin)