Is made of one hundred.
The child has
a hundred languages
A hundred hands
A hundred thoughts
A hundred ways of thinking
Of playing, of speaking.
A hundred always a hundred
Ways of listening
Of marveling of loving
a hundred joys
For singing and understanding
A hundred worlds
To discover
A hundred worlds
To invent
A hundred worlds
To dream.
The child has
A hundred languages
(And a hundred hundred more)
But they steal ninety-nine.
The social and the culture
Separate the head from the body
They tell the child:
To think without hands
To do without head
To listen and not to speak
To understand without joy
To love and to marvel
Only at Easter and Christmas.
They tell the child:
To discover the world already there
And of the hundred
They tell steal ninety-nine.
They tell the child:
That work and play
Reality and fantasy
Science and imagination
Sky and earth
Reason and dream
Are things
That do not belong together.
And thus they tell the child
That the hundred is not there.
The child says:
No way. The hundred IS there.
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1 comment:
your the reason i started writing and blogging.
You write so well and honestly. Boys arnt like you these days.
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