Ghairo Daniels Poet Bio

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}

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