If the World Was a Classroom
If the world
was a classroom,
I would
teach Woman to hate.
To hate deeply
the injustices of Her situation,
And hotter
than the bodies who hate Her.
To hate more
strongly, more cutting than the false diamonds of false lovers,
And longer
than the span of ignorance.
If the world
was a classroom,
I would
teach Woman to shun,
To shun the wayward
advice of others,
The
blessings and curses
Societies
and loneliness,
To shun Her
innermost judgments and assumptions.
If the world
was a classroom,
I would
teach Woman to despair,
To despair
at the quality of life She has been apathetic to,
And at the
self-imposed oppression of global society.
To despair
at the violence that stains the street with gore and rumor,
And also at the
silence that follows.
If the world
was a classroom,
I would
teach Woman to hate, to shun, and to despair.
I would
teach Her these things
So that She
would learn to love, to accept, and to hope
So that She
would learn to be independent of Her own body
And grow
into Her mind and heart,
Grow into Her
thoughts and actions.
If the world
was a classroom,
I would
teach Girl to be Woman to be Teacher.
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