today marked the last class session of hip hop politics at pace. i have to say, i am so thankful to have shared the space with the 32 student-teachers who ran with me all semester. i learned a lot from them, hopefully they learned a bit from me, and i can’t wait to see them do their damn thing in the 4th annual hip hop politics performance.
teaching is a blessing i can’t describe
ever since i was a child i’ve wanted to be a teacher
and this semester was harder than any before
i may have gone above and beyond
i may have fallen short
but i know i came through
every damn class
for the love of hip hop
for the love of education
for the one young lady
who never finished a sentence without laughing
but who’s research reflected such sharp intellectual potential
for the one young man
who bloomed from tucked away in the corner
to up in front and meditating a lively discussion based off his ideas
for the older students
who came through with their hopes and skills so shining
for the one who always came in late
like clockwork though and i know she soaked us in
for the one with the glasses who subscribed to this blog
because i hear the clarity of your voice ringing out above the room
for the one who always teared up
because what she’s going through she knows i understand
for the one who finally cut off dude
because it’s no more drama time
and because she’d rather be single than disrespected
because she has so much more to be in this world
because she can learn
how to live
and live better.
thank you hip hop politics.
thank you so much.