To put it delicately, the internet is populated by a plethora of stories which vary in their reliability and accuracy. And no, I’m not even referring to the idea of “fake news” when I make that observation. Even small, insignificant human interest pieces can be fabricated or taken from inaccurate sources. One Twitter account can claim responsibility for photos which were originally posted by another Twitter account.
The internet is anarchy, people.
That’s why, when you see something fantastic which may or may not be true floating around on your news feed, you want to believe that it’s real — because it would too depressing to contend with the idea that a truly inspirational “real-life” story can be a total crock of crap.
Recently, an anonymous elementary school teacher shared a Facebook post about one of her third-graders apparently wrote a feminist poem at recess, totally unprompted.
The poem subsequently started making the rounds on Tumblr, with the teacher’s name blurred out for privacy purposes.
The poem reads:
The true feminine
I am not sugar and spice and everything nice. I am music, I am art. I am a story. I am a church bell, gonging out wrongs and rights and normal nights. I was baby. I am child. I will be mother. I don’t mind being considered beautiful, I do not allow that to be my definition. I am a rich pie strong with knowledge. I will not be eaten.
Pretty lofty ideas for an 8-year-old. Although, granted, we are living in a time when kids are much more likely to be exposed to the ideas of feminism and gender equality at an early age.
Twitter immediately fell in love with the poem, regardless of whether or not it was actually written by an adolescent. (And let’s be honest: we were all stunned by the phrase, “rich pie.”)
The poem made people feel empowered, and weirdly optimistic for future generations.
As for whether or not the poem is really written by a third-grader? Maybe it doesn’t matter.
It’s nice to think that a young kid could write something like this … so perhaps that’s what we should all choose to believe. Not because it’s the truth, but because it’s comforting.
We all just want to believe that we’re rich pies.