A spoken-word piece unpacks what "it takes a village to raise a child" really means. Through memories of a teacher helping a left-handed child draw, parents teaching kitchen skills, and a community encouraging a first poem, the speaker shows how families, teachers, and neighbors shape who we become.
Chapters
You know how they say it takes a village, a village to raise a child? But really, what does a village mean? What makes a village? And how has the village made you and your dreams? I still remember the gentle yet firm hands of my teacher over mine, helping grip my pencil as I drew my first wobbly lines. And I used my left hand because I was born a lefty and then was taught to Be a writer. The careful voice of my parents as I chopped onions for the first time with my right hand, of course. The encouraging voices of the community as I posted my first poem. A whirlwind of apprehension around me. Really, what are dreams without the people who help you build them and live them? Let us be a village. With love,