A PH.D in PovErTy (a poem on Formal Education for Isabel)

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By Tiny

by PNN staff

This is the story of three young girls

All inadvertantly seeking and believing in

Education

Assimilation

Repudiation

And recrimination


Myobe from west africa

Leticia from Southern Mexico

and

Lisa from southern california

Great students- all- drinking knowledge like water

They dreamed of books and words – numbers and places-

history and scholarship wafted through their brains- moments of learning were like
music and chocolate

To an unquenchable palate

They all heard the laughter –

Some knew… some didn’t

Myobe – it is time for you to join the rest of the family in the fields – you cannot go to
school anymore – her eyes stole away for dry tears –her mind wrapped around grain
and heat – survival and disappointment

She began to hear the laughter

Days turned into months – months into years

flys circled her parched lips –

and still she heard the laughter

the laughter emanating from mouths and hearts of other children not stealing time away
from struggle – and survival.. death and life

Leticia it is time you must help your mother at the jugo stand in el ciudad– you cannot
go to school anymore – there is no more time

It was always known

she only flirted with books and teachers – playgrounds and words-

this day was always known and yet

and yet…

her eyes opened and closed slowly trying to run back to the life before the sentence
was said – it was only a moment ago and yet it was forever

and then she heard the laughter

seasons and days – hours and years

and still she heard the laughter

IT was under her window in the morning – sailing through a smog filled sky in a so-
cal painting– giggles erupting into guffaws – unabridged – unweilding unstoppable
laughs of children who learned without end – who tasted the books and time – who
ate large feasts of history and snacked on words – who dreamt of futures filled with
more words and more time and more time…and

Lisa why are you late? You can’t be late again or you will be expelled

Her teachers hurled at her and then again

Lisa if you are absent another day I will mark you down

Lisa you can’t go to school anymore – you need to help me out

And the words didn’t register and the time wasn’t clear and the moment was never
spoken really but it was and Then she heard the laughter –

Of children not weighted with survival walking no running, to school to take part in
more…..

Education

Assimiliation

Repudiation and recrimination

And she wanted it so bad that she could not feel anything anymore except desire

Years became days and days became minutes and then suddenly –

the desire was changed…

responsibility for family over self felt right…

Phds were earned in poverty 101 – a liberal arts degree in survival, a Master’s
Degrees in pain a thesis in resistance until they no longer wanted…

Education

Assimilation

Repudiation

And recrimination

And only

Regeneration

And revelation

to community survival and..

identification

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