By Clarice S. Yau, AP Lit Student
A book is so much more than a book.
So ordinary from the outside,
Yet so magical within.
Those tomes that hold ancient
Tongues of knowledge that we,
Us insignificant fools,
Have yet to comprehend,
Like the Bible and The Iliad and the Koran.
These unique vehicles that carry us
Beyond, beyond, our wildest imagination
And fill our minds with delicious images
Of far away lands and rich sounds
Of the music of the mind,
Painting us The Color Purple and
Filling the room with the shouts
Of how To Kill a Mockingbird.
It’s peculiar to me, then,
How books can be banned.
No matter the content of the book,
Knowledge is knowledge,
And to keep that from us is a sin.
Yes, oh yes, some knowledge is forbidden,
Like the knowledge given by
The Tree of Knowledge in Eden.
And yes, oh yes, some ‘knowledge’ is rubbish
And seems to deserve nothing but a trip to the trash,
Like anything on the inferiority of any gender or race.
But… How else would we broaden our horizons?
How else would we be able to tell good from bad
If all we had was the opportunity to read
What was so called good for us?
How else would we learn and grow,
If we don’t have the means to make our own decisions
On who we are and what we believe?
is bound up
for we can
- Bishop Desmond Tutu
Contributors to the blog are students in Ms. Washington's classes: Seniors in Advance Placement Literature and 9th grade ELA.