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“Mis-Education”

by Kersaint Ganthier

What do you want be when you grow up?

Some kids can’t see the million-dollar dream

They pick up guns instead of pens

Writing their names in shadows not light

I see more young lives lost than diplomas

The streets are getting colder

Got me thinking like damn…..

Where I'm from they don’t teach cursive

But they teach how to rep colors, how to caress as trigger

No building families, creating safe havens

Where kids can run free 

no worries in their mama’s hearts

Let’s drop the guns and lift the words

Show them that writing can heal, not kill 

Let's uplift our brothers and sisters

They think the streets are a playground

Out here, we battle the mine field

Next time you judge a kid, remember 

Each one carries a story with a different fight

Let’s put down the weapons and pick up the pens

Because words can light the way to a brighter end