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Snea
Thinsan
Associate Instructor,
Doctoral
student
Language Education Dept.,
School of Education,
Indiana University, IN, U.S.A.
Lecturer
English Department, Humanities, Chiang Mai University,
Chiang
Mai, Thailand
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"From these pages I hope
at least the following will endure: my trust in the people, and my
faith in men and women, and in the creation of the world in which it will
be easier to live"
----Paolo
Freire,
Preface,
Pedagogy of the Oppressed.
The Crow Boy Reflections
By Snea Thinsan
November 2002
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Having read the Crow Boy story, I put myself in
the Crow Boy's shoes and created a piece of thoughts.
I
belong to me in the woods
I am fine without suits, without pen
I can live happily with ducks, hens, …
I can sing with chickens and the corns
I don’t quite read well; that’s my life
I can’t write, but I know animals
I don’t talk, but I hear when crows morn
I can feel just beyond can most men
I don’t fit school well, why bother
Few teachers care why I’m different
All my peers see me like a hen
“Stranger!” –They pretend they know me
I am more than a poorly literate lad
Don’t feel bad ‘cause I’m no enemy
I am just the way they can’t see
But I’m ME
who live fruitful ways
Do I long for standing ovations
For demonstrations of what crows say?
I don’t like to be liked in their ways
Please see me as OK, not the same
I have lived my way all my life
You play planes; I play kites—no problems
You love math; I love crows, but we’re the same
We eat, sleep, and are
TAMED
by school.
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