Corridors of Learning

CORRIDORS OF LEARNING I sat on my hands while she questioned my competency saw her mascara leaking Slow murky tears Master and Servant weighing one another’s wounds each curious about the other’s past the other’s heart her spine erect with “The Present” mine curved with centuries Of enslavement Her lips blood red with lure mine depression’s pale I wore the crisp white shirt Of Director knew what leather shoes to buy Trained to dot I’s and cross T’s Was this the Freedom I desired ? wires across my mind still askew knotted and disconnected I walked the Corridors of Learning towards my boiled egg sandwich {©Ghairo Daniels : Sached Trust : 1992}