“Chas, I’m not going
to cry,” she said.
Silence loomed, screamed
within our minds.
I look deeply into her
eyes,
took a deep breath and
said Goodbye.
Before I turned to push
the door
I turned to her, held
her once more.
“Mother, I’m doing
this for you.”
Her eyes quickly filled
in honesty, so true.
Our looks spoke soul
to soul,
Mines told hers … I’m going to go.
My aspirations became
clear, early that day,
as I left home and faced
the streets
I had no words, no right
feelings to display
the desperate eagerness
with my fingers to release my soulful beats.
My mind was made. I had
to leave.
Shoved up my fear in my sleeve.
Princeton … a
well known place spoke a dream
It spoke no lies, and
plotted not a scheme
Princeton, whose legacy
proclaimed itself proudly
inspires me to smile proudly...
At this chance to be
here
to rise above my fear,
to get a chance I’ve
not known
to get a time where my
poetry’d be shown.
Look at far, I’ve grown
simply within 2 days
….
I look back in pure joy,
look at the many ways
I’ve got this chance
to learn
far beyond things I know.
Sometimes I feel marked
and burned
from the paradox within my society … yet I don’t
show.
But this allows me to
see,
behind of what’s promoted
on papers, radio … tv.
I actually get the chance
to be,
the real girl, the real me.
I’ve met many new friends
Whose curiosity, like
mine, never ends.
and that’s something
I’ve never realized,
yet it’s handed to me … unwrapped and uncurled.
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