After School Special


AFTER SCHOOL SPECIAL

Dear Mr. Schneider,
I attended your elementary
School almost thirty years ago
And I’m very sure that
You will remember
Me.

My name is Suzy.
I’m that hyperactive girl
From the Egyptian family
Who used to always play dead
On the playground during
Recess.

You used to keep me
After school a lot
And then my father would
Force me to make the long
Walk home in the cold or rain.
Sometimes I would arrive
After dark.

I’m writing to tell you
That I was bored as a kid.
I was bored by your class programs
And the way I was always taught a
Bunch of useless
Junk.

I did not like being locked up
In a prison of scheduled time
Learning about bullshit histories
And watching belittling cartoons and
Shows approved by academia that
Made me even more
Bored.

As a kid
Who was constantly
Growing, evolving, and
Being shaped by all around me
I wanted to travel, see other kids
In the world like me,
To understand what was going
On amongst us, around us,
To understand what we were here for
And what was our real purpose
For existence.

I have some questions
I would like to ask you Mr. Schneider
Now that I know that you are no
Longer a school principal,
But the new superintendant
Of the entire school
District.

I want to know
Why racism today
Was not clearly explained to me
Even though we covered events
That happened long ago.
I want to know why you
Never shared with us
Why other countries
Never liked us,
Why we are taught to compete,
To be divided in teams,
And why conformity is associated
With popularity, while
Eccentricity is considered
Undesirable?

I want to know
Why my cafeteria lunches
Were slammed packed
With bottom-tier
Processed junk food
Only suitable
For pigs?
And why is it
That whenever a bully
Slammed a kid into a locker,
You never explained
To us that ego battles
Were the roots
For wars and
Greed.

I want to know
Why we were never taught
To stick up for each other,
To love one another, and that
Segregation sorted by the
Occupations of our fathers,
The neighborhoods we lived in, our houses,
Choices of sport, wealth, clothing,
Color of our skin
And the texture of our hair
Should never, ever
Divide us?

And lastly,
I want to know why
Is it that whenever I pledged
Allegiance to the flag,
I was never told that I was
Actually hailing to the
Chief?

You used to say
I was a troubled child,
A misfit, and that I needed
Obedience training,
But you never acknowledged that
I was the fastest runner in the district
And that I took the school
To State and Nationals to compete
In the Spelling Bee amongst kids
Grades higher than me.
And that it was me,
Who won that big trophy
That sat in your office when you
Used to detain me for hours
And tell me I was no
Good.

Mr. Schneider,
If we are not taught truth as kids
Then how do you expect us to
Grow up to be truthful citizens?
If we are taught only the written way
And it has not shown positive effects
In societies of yesterday or today,
Then how can we progress as a
United and compassionate
Nation?

And finally,
I want to thank you for
I know you have a tough job
Dealing with troubled children like me.
Your job has not been an easy one.
And I congratulate you
On your recent promotion.
Thank you,
Thank you,
And thank you
For mass processing
The junk kids of America.
And I want to personally thank you
For always pointing out
That I was
Different.

=Blue Panther=
“AFTER SCHOOL SPECIAL”
by Suzy Kassem
Copyright 2009, Awakened Press. All rights reserved.

SPECIAL NOTE:

“RISE UP AND SALUTE THE SUN”

The first official collection of poetry by Suzy Kassem will be published in September of 2009 and will be released worldwide by Awakened Press in the beginning of 2010.

After School Special


AFTER SCHOOL SPECIAL

Dear Mr. Schneider,
I attended your elementary
School almost thirty years ago
And I’m very sure that
You will remember
Me.

My name is Suzy.
I’m that hyperactive girl
From the Egyptian family
Who used to always play dead
On the playground during
Recess.

You used to keep me
After school a lot
And then my father would
Force me to make the long
Walk home in the cold or rain.
Sometimes I would arrive
After dark.

I’m writing to tell you
That I was bored as a kid.
I was bored by your class programs
And the way I was always taught a
Bunch of useless
Junk.

I did not like being locked up
In a prison of scheduled time
Learning about bullshit histories
And watching belittling cartoons and
Shows approved by academia that
Made me even more
Bored.

As a kid
Who was constantly
Growing, evolving, and
Being shaped by all around me
I wanted to travel, see other kids
In the world like me,
To understand what was going
On amongst us, around us,
To understand what we were here for
And what was our real purpose
For existence.

I have some questions
I would like to ask you Mr. Schneider
Now that I know that you are no
Longer a school principal,
But the new superintendant
Of the entire school
District.

I want to know
Why racism today
Was not clearly explained to me
Even though we covered events
That happened long ago.
I want to know why you
Never shared with us
Why other countries
Never liked us,
Why we are taught to compete,
To be divided in teams,
And why conformity is associated
With popularity, while
Eccentricity is considered
Undesirable?

I want to know
Why my cafeteria lunches
Were slammed packed
With bottom-tier
Processed junk food
Only suitable
For pigs?
And why is it
That whenever a bully
Slammed a kid into a locker,
You never explained
To us that ego battles
Were the roots
For wars and
Greed.

I want to know
Why we were never taught
To stick up for each other,
To love one another, and that
Segregation sorted by the
Occupations of our fathers,
The neighborhoods we lived in, our houses,
Choices of sport, wealth, clothing,
Color of our skin
And the texture of our hair
Should never, ever
Divide us?

And lastly,
I want to know why
Is it that whenever I pledged
Allegiance to the flag,
I was never told that I was
Actually hailing to the
Chief?

You used to say
I was a troubled child,
A misfit, and that I needed
Obedience training,
But you never acknowledged that
I was the fastest runner in the district
And that I took the school
To State and Nationals to compete
In the Spelling Bee amongst kids
Grades higher than me.
And that it was me,
Who won that big trophy
That sat in your office when you
Used to detain me for hours
And tell me I was no
Good.

Mr. Schneider,
If we are not taught truth as kids
Then how do you expect us to
Grow up to be truthful citizens?
If we are taught only the written way
And it has not shown positive effects
In societies of yesterday or today,
Then how can we progress as a
United and compassionate
Nation?

And finally,
I want to thank you for
I know you have a tough job
Dealing with troubled children like me.
Your job has not been an easy one.
And I congratulate you
On your recent promotion.
Thank you,
Thank you,
And thank you
For mass processing
The junk kids of America.
And I want to personally thank you
For always pointing out
That I was
Different.

=Blue Panther=
“AFTER SCHOOL SPECIAL”
by Suzy Kassem
Copyright 2009, Awakened Press. All rights reserved.

SPECIAL NOTE:

“RISE UP AND SALUTE THE SUN”

The first official collection of poetry by Suzy Kassem will be published in September of 2009 and will be released worldwide by Awakened Press in the beginning of 2010.

Scratch n’ Sniff

When you don’t have money, there is always so much you want. Your wants and needs are unlimited. You find yourself saying…’when I get money, I’m going to get this and this’. And then when you come into a lot of money, you find that you really don’t want or need much of anything. If the money is new, you may splurge in the beginning, but then you find no real contentment. You quickly find out that that the things you really do need are free. And ironically, when you are broke and don’t have money, without telling anybody, you find that people are less giving – period. Yet when you do have money where you can buy whatever you want, without telling anybody, you find out that more people are overly eager to pick up the tab, buy you unlimited gifts, fly you all over the place, and freely hand over big checks for projects you’re unsure of. But before, when you would be so certain of the success of your proposed ventures, nobody wanted to give money to someone who had none.”

– Suzy Kassem

Class Assignment #2


WRITE TO THE LIGHT

I do believe in a higher power composed of light and I do believe that this light that surrounds us all the time has eyes and ears.

Around September, I wrote about 5 pages of everything I wanted and all that my soul desired and feared. I wrote a super long list and even gave details of everything and repeated all that mattered most. I read the list everyday for about 5 days until my computer got hit by a virus. I lost my wish list but my thoughts had already been thrown out into the unknown.

It is now halfway through March and everything on that list has surfaced already. Now everything I imagined is coming to reality right down to physical detail.

I encourage all who read this to take time out to really throw your thoughts, dreams, desires and fears all down on paper. Vibrate as you write and your message will resonate to reciever. Ask the light to remove all that is bothering you, bad people from your path, evil friends, bad luck, poor communication, envy…anything that is negative. Ask for good health for you and yours and to protect them from the evil eye. Ask..ask, and ask and don’t feel ashamed. If you hide what is in your heart, the light will know. However, only when you amplify your desires, will they stand out amongst the noise only if they are true.

Try it. Imagine your mind flooded with light or sit in front of a strong light force. It does not matter as long as you can reflect a strong image of WHITE LIGHT. Anybody can do this regardless of religion because this white light is part of the ALL and it is the dominate force in ALL spiritual teachings. And scientifically, it is the energy that gives us energy.

Ask the light to heal you. To regenerate you. To erase all traces of frustration and pain. Remove dark patches and gray areas, shady people. Imagine this light take over your entire soul and wash away all that bothers you. Write and write and write it all out. Be true to yourself and don’t hold back. Keep referring back to what you wrote and bask yourself in white light as you reveal yourself to truth. All that you ask for will come, but there is a test.

The true test of being true is acknowledging your granted wishes as blessings, and not just coincidences. Worse, is stating that your blessing(s) is not exactly what you asked for. Did you really mention in detail what you wanted or was it a general request? Are you grateful or undeserving? Take this test to learn more about yourself. It will reveal alot about the truth in you.

Do it. Whatcha got to lose?

SUZYKASSEM.COM

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SUZYKASSEM.COM NOW UP.

Will be in L.A in 3 days. Will be in Miami in 6, then off to float somewhere from there to South America for 2 weeks and then will be in Italy for about a month. Been busy meeting with writers and assembling crew for a project I know will drain the hell out of me, but I love it.

I have more writings I want to unleash too but they are all sitting in boxes in storage. I’m going to Cali to get them.