A Hope in the Unseen

As I gaze into this Rainbow of kids

I often wonder what nature will bid

Girls embellished in jewelry and fads,

It's hard to distinguish them from the older lads,

Boys wear earrings, pants below the waist,

In society's eyes they're indeed a disgrace.

Although these kids are in their teen years,

Many have had to shed grown up tears.

Rape victims and welfare recipients are in this array,

Sometimes they're the brightest in the display.

Yet, I can no longer glory in this beautiful rainbow,

The teachers are telling them that its time to go.

They line up in their single files,

Many saying goodbye to their pals

As I look a while longer, I become confused.

What was supposed to be a rainbow has become misconstrued,

There was on line of kids, who each had books

The others were only concerned with their looks....

Walking through the halls can lead to dismay.

"Just say no" is the slogan of the day.

There's a poster for each case, once on every wall;

Over there's the room where they dump them all.

Inside, problems from past and present cause distress.

Is it something the teachers are really able to address?

Teachers don't have time to analyze each dilemma,

So they group the kids with prescribed curricula.

These curricula are not based on intellectual ability,

Instead of target students who lack behavioral stability.

It's not that easy for these kids to behave;

Many of them, teachers think are headed for an early grave.

But does a kid's knowledge depend on his behavior,

Or should he depend on the teacher as his savior.

To meet the needs of each kid is hard,

That doesn't mean they should be labeled "retard"....

For teachers, hostility is not on the prescribed diet,

But hope will keep the kids from causing a riot.

Calling kids stupid is not the right way to go;

This will stop the continuous educational flow.

These kids are brighter than the teachers think.

Some can audit someone's taxes in just a blink,

Instead their minds deteriorating with their kind,

Leaving educators in an ever tightening bind.

These kids are crying out for attention.

The answer is not always found in detention.

So, will grouping them in sections solve the mystery?

The answer may be obtained by looking at each kid's history.

Their minds are eager, can't you see,

These kids are yearning for real diversity.

But teachers are always telling kids, "no you can't,"

So the kids end up fighting and darken their chants.

They want to be challenged, but their brains slip into ease,

Withholding their knowledge is like being a big tease.

All this yields is a lack of respect.

Homogeneous grouping may be the prime suspect...

I must admit I'm not pleased with this picture,

Nor the time it's taking for this painting to configure.

But a true artist must possess patience.

Developing new ideas for his latest creations

Yes, red, yellow, and orange will do,

But there's something still missing to create the perfect view.

Always looking at same hues is really no fun,

Maybe I'll just let the colors run.

This is, indeed a great idea:

This mixture will be named the picture of the year

With others I won't conform, to prove my expertise

My God, Have I created a masterpiece?