Confessions of a Social Worker





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Published on May 17, 2011

Abigail Reikow, upon her graduation from the University of Pennsylvania School of Social Policy and Practice MSW program.

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we're in the business of social change
as we exchange our clients and ourselves
in transactions
pulled from shelves and pushed to
conveyor belts of equality and justice
i musta missed the part in the application
that asked if you liked the sensation of
beaming red lights
reduce me to barcodes
resell me to structures that demand bottom and top
but i'm not built for fixed positions
or tired superstitions
myths of an American dream
smoke screens tryna blind me
from finding a way to tear this shit down
and rebuild me some place
where beauty's still found
where we see past violence and compliance
as viable solutions
were defiance and noncompliance
unsteady these institutions
where my clients can hold the hands of their children
rather than cold metal bars
while they're still scratching away at scabs
from whipping post scars
where women are pushed to courses
that teach them how to be mothers before
given resources and choice to uncover the voice
that they already own
where home is not box after box
where we build doors without locks
where its illegal to design a room without windows
some way to reach out
to fresh air and sun cuz
we only need sky to know when day is done
where my kids can dress their baby dolls in suits and ties
where my son can cry colors from his eyes
where i can love a woman and not fight the remnants of shame
but hold her in all her gloriousness
and it be valued just the same

i wanna imagine a place where i'm not a profession
but a way of being
a worldview for seeing
sanctity in the struggle

where tensions are answered with repression
where the expression of an imagination isn't beat down
with evidence-based practice
where we act like my story
though unquantifiable in any formula or chart
still holds more validity than these fairy tales of fixed resources
forcing us to believe that scarcity is the only way to conceive
of what's happening to our planet
i can't stand it when we tell our clients that there ain't enough to go around
helping them applying for food stamps
while we're out frolicking in fine dining downtown
where we can imagine the end of our species
before the end of AIDS
standing on corners passing out condoms
but not looking to who gets paid
tryna interject in this political parade
a charade of everything democracy and social justice
was supposed to be and
i'm left asking myself "what does this mean for me?"

cuz as far as I can see....
there's no limit to as far as i can see
and i'll still every young person i meet
to be whatever
and with whomever
reminds you of how free we still remain
you can't contain me by calling me naive
or forcing me to see within the limits
of past strategies
because i feel beyond restrictive routines
and i scream "i'm young and i'm hopeful!"
above whatever lectures you got
i won't rot within reason
but will imagine a new season
not security or paychecks but
something to believe in
i'll keep running towards the intangible
and pictures places i ain't never seen
cuz i believe the ability to close my eyes
and pictures possibilities from darkness
is what social change really means


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