It rolls up to our house
Big, ugly, and obnoxious
Filling the air with gray exhaust as it waits
She stares at it, wide-eyed
Takes a step back
And looks up at me
I smile sadly
And give her an encouraging nudge towards it
She goes forwards bravely
The doors yawn open to meet her
She sets foot inside it
Hesitates, turns to me fearfully
And gives me a look that says
Mommy, I don't want to go
I don't want her to go, either.
It's taking her to a place
Where she will be taught
What the government wants her to know.
Where her worth will be decided
By a handful of numbers.
But there's nothing I can do to help her
I have to let them take her from me
And allow them to turn her into a mindless drone
Or else the government will step in
With their laws and demands.
I watch helplessly
As the school bus vanishes into the distance
With my daughter in its clutches