a poem

To the teacher who knows what’s best: You’ve only experienced children in captivity Allowed only to act within your rules Allowed to learn from each other in ways you manage Allowed only to meet your ends. You’ve not considered them as free: When they’re among their sisters, Among their cousins, their friends, Perfect strangers at the park They are more than they can be When they are under your rule But you can’t see it Because you’ve been schooled To see only what you must And not all what’s there.