Day 23 of #VerseLove and a new challenge. Find a book you've annotated and write a poem based off the notes taken in your margins. Not a bad assignment for April, especially since I've taught Gholdy Muhammad's Cultivating Genius for the first time in a grad seminar, and her book always seems to be in reach.
And so, I took notes of my notes, had a flashback, and decided to write the 24th poem of the month. I will be sad when the daily challenges end - they make April so much better.
One Way to Cultivate a Genius
in appreciation of Gholdy, always
~b.r.crandall
We were Writing Our Lives,
scripting dialogue in another room,
when he put pen to notebook,
wand to mind (this was Cedric’s magic)
and walked in his shoes
Alfred’s advice,
“Don’t go ahistorical”
(this, before I learned
the importance of
a Gholdy-star).
For Europeans, writing remained reason,
and they guarded Gates well -
these ethnic notions have always been global,
fired deep into the bricks
of foundations, especially schools.
Freedom is just
an empty name,
a mockery,
if access
& tools
are locked
in the
shed.
Poetry is liberation,
for pens to fight back —
to write a better humanity for us all.
Who we are
How others see us
Who we desire to be
it’s never been the kids…
it’s always been the schools
their deficit constructions
catalogued by zip-codes, politicians
& book-banning school boards.
Good teachers know
to reshape curriculum
to meet the needs of kid
rather that mutate kids
to meet the needs of curriculum.
The pedagogies are urgent, indeed.
Yet we have failed a nation
that measures Whiteness
in tanning booths
on NYS tests…
the organic nature of bias
is in the food we feed them,
layering deficits on regents
rather than passing on knowledge
with ubuntu and skills for life,
(muscle is built
with theory,
the critical race
of being human).
We are the conduit for emancipation,
the cobblers who quench thirst when enabling texts
to fit them in the right shoe.