A few weeks ago I wrote about the issue of guns and school. Specifically I received a call from the school psychologist who was concerned with my first grader’s obsession with guns. We took it seriously, but chalked it up to the fact that seven-year old boys think guns are cool. Everyone explained to him that school is not the place for guns and that guns can hurt people. So his poem about guns was scrapped for one about Carnivals.
Last week we went to his class to listen to hear said carnival poem along with his classmates’ poems. There were more than a few about Mean Brothers that oddly enough all had happy endings. Some abstract poems about colors and a few about Puppies and Kittens. But there was one poem that made my wife and I stop and look at each other wide-eyed.
It was entitled Black Is… and while I won’t reproduce it all here there were some lines that made us go hmmmm. For example, ‘Black is the scariest color ever’ or ‘it’s even very deadly’ and ‘nightmares of the sky.’
I wonder if anyone called this kid’s parents?