Katie from Tomahawk and 25 of her
gifted peers spent a day in January with me focusing on self-advocacy -
creating their learner profiles and plotting their unique paths to
graduation. We also took time to
vent some frustrations.
Thank you, Katie, for sharing your heartfelt and provocative
insights.
Thank You for the Cages.
There was once a time
When there were no cages.
Society said
I was too smart,
And led me
down a sticky-sweet road
Into
gleefully agreeing to be chained
To kids I
didn’t know,
Who had already
sewn together
Friendships
and cliques
And I was an
awkward, missing button.
Intelligence.
Thank you
for the cage.
It was once
wonderful
To be strong
and unique,
To live in
my own way.
Society
injected the wicked serum
Of sameness
Into the students
pulsing toward middle school
I was
quarantined, and stayed different.
I didn’t
want the sameness
Until it was
too late.
Once again
alone.
Uniqueness.
Thank you
for the cage.
I was once
free to frolic
To play, and
enjoy all things movement.
Society
snapped up the kids,
All but me,
the odd one out,
And sorted
them like packages
Into endless
rounds of sports,
Demanding
and competitive.
I was thrown
into the group
Of the few
kids who hadn’t chosen sports
At age seven
Because I
simply hadn’t wanted to.
And now it
was too late.
Individuality.
Thank you
for the cage.
I once felt
the joy of difference,
Tasted the
nectar of being admired and different.
My
un-sameness attracted attention,
Earning me
friends and enjoyment.
But my
weirdness became repetitive and annoying,
An old
sideshow everyone’s already seen
And moved on
to the next novelty,
Leaving me
alone with my new identity
And no
friends.
Small ways
to vent my wayward thoughts
Could not
replace the companions I thought were mine.
Creativity.
Thank you
for the cage.
I had no
choice but to be alone.
But I
learned to enjoy it.
I soon
learned that this was acceptable.
Isolation,
any weak ties to others severed,
A lone,
roaming island.
I relished
my freedom, my flexibility
Which so
many others seemed to crave.
I accepted
my lone wolf status.
Others did
not.
“People are
talking behind your back”.
I scraped
some adequate social behavior from the bottom
Of a box of
nuts and bolts,
People who
had been rejected like me,
But not for
my reasons,
For I was
still a misfit among the forgotten.
I was
restricted, and still no happier.
Because
there is no one.
Because I
was the one who stepped into
The cages I
was given
Society,
thank you for the cages.
Now I just
need the keys
Probably
twirling lazily on the finger
Of someone
who doesn’t exist,
And not a
person in the world
Will help me
find it
Because I am
My own
person
And all that
gets me is a lot of cages.