I’ve been so busy recently… this teaching lark is really getting on top of me. But, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love being in the classroom, I love having sassy little kids giving me a reason to scare them a little bit, I love being surrounded by the talk, writing, the sound of English literature all day everyday. I can make a difference to these kid’s lives.
BUT! I couldn’t let National Poetry Day fly past me without contributing. This year’s theme was ‘Freedom’.
And so I took that and wrote about what freedom means to me. You see, freedom only exists because of slavery, and colonisation. Without the de-humanising of another culture and the Westernised need to domainate and abuse, we wouldn’t need to worry about freedom. Because freedom would be a constant state that everyone lived in.
So I wanted to write about the abuse and the slavery that was once so often quietly ushered aside. I’m ashamed of my country, I’m ashamed in the part they had in the EITC, I’m ashamed of my cultural heritage, and I’m mostly ashamed of my skin colour. We can never make up for the abhorant crimes that were committed. All we can do is grovel and beg for the forgiveness we do not deserve.