The world is covered by our trails
Scars we cover up with paint
Watch them preach in sour lies
I would rather see the world through the eyes of a child
Through the eyes of a child…
Aurora, Through The Eyes Of A Child, 2016,
Darker times will come and go
Time you need to see her smile
And mothers hearts are warm and mild
I would rather feel this world through the skin of a child
Through the skin of a child..
Hi Mr. C,
This is a former student of yours and graduate from the class of 2019. I just wanted to let you know that I read your blog because it presents itself as a voice of reason that brings a sigh of relief as I navigate through life.
As I write this, I am looking through some old notes from one of your classes, and it has reminded me to keep alive the curious child in me and to never stop asking questions. You have taught me to familiarize myself with the habit of looking at the man in the mirror, lest virtue signalling be the only manifestation of my convictions. You have taught me to challenge all voices, including my own, no matter how seemingly righteous, radical, and tame, lest I fully surrender to the push and pull of everything I hear.
All this to say, I thank you, Mr. C, for being a teacher who truly cared, challenged, and edified. I look forward to future posts. God bless.