Letter to the editor
Victim of conformity
A boy student, in the 12th grade, starved for attention, parched for understanding, handed in the following poem to his teacher:
“He always wanted to explain things,
but no one cared. So he drew, sometimes he would draw and it wasn’t anything.
He wanted to carve it in stone or write it in the sky. He would lie out on the grass and look up at the sky, and it would be only the sky and him and the things inside him that needed saying.
And it was after that he drew the picture.
It was a beautiful picture.
He kept it under his pillow and would let no one see it. And he would look at it every...