My teacher helped write my program with her genius. She was
so generous.
SHE DESERVED EQUAL PAY AND THEN SOME!!!
I’m coming for you, Micro Soft
In junior high school, I wrote my first term paper. It was
on The Underground Railroad.
In the course of research, I was sickened by slavery like
Ebola has sickened Africa.
Due to poor Time Management skills, I delivered a
one-dimensional paper on history to my English teacher at I.S 151. It lacked
depth charges of independent thoughts
Later on, a black girl, who enjoyed my sense of humor,
shielded me against a fellow student who had a sexual interest in her.
He had pushed me hard against a wall between classrooms as
his gang stood with the eyes of a lynching mob. In The South Bronx of America,
I was bleeding words over humiliation by inhumanity.
I brooded over betrayal.
I hated hypocrisy.
I found myself staring at a window in the projects until the
bully showed.
He was spooked by the look in my eyes. It’s just you and me
now.
It’s Judgment Day Dress Rehearsal.
He never came down to fight.
Truth and Justice is not just for the comic books.
Like the kids say, keep it real.
WE, The People…
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