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.