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The child came into the school office nervously, not understanding.
So many people were upset, some stared, some glared, some pointed.
“His backpack smells awful!” His teacher was heard to say. “I almost retched when I opened it.”
“The whole hallways stinks,” the custodian chimed in. He shook his head.
“His mother should have known better than to have sent him with it in the first place.”
The child feels ashamed.
Less than.
Sad.
The little one we’ve let down
For five years already goes
Home not fully understanding
What else he’s done wrong,
But knowing there will be a
Big punishment when he
Gets home. Especially if his
Mother has to wake up to
Answer the phone.
A gargoyle fell off the top of the building and landed on my toe.
I screamed like an injured bobcat, loud, long, hard, with a glow.
The neighbors all came out and stared, but this was the city.
They turned snickering, and ran off; the scene was not pretty.
One old guy came over and said “There will be a bill for that.”
He was pointing to the cement gargoyle who had ears like a cat.
You think I pushed this thing off the top letting it fall on my foot?
I was irritated now. Also it had left a trail of ugly black soot.
Your tennis shoe is ruined; you should have known better, he said.
I knew right then that the old guy was bonkers in his skinny ole’ head.
I shoved the gargoyle off my foot and told him to shove off.
Then I noticed his ugly smile and his strange little weird kitty cough.
“Hey”, I asked this Weirdy Cat. “Weren’t you married to my sister?”
“Could be,” he replied."I married many." He is a strange little mister.
Oh, yes, I thought, this was one of hers for sure. He is so odd.
I limped off, not looking back after pushing the gargoyle off my bod.
By morning, I could feel the first hints of warm air,
Relieved I took my bath and dressed for work.
There was no music in the block of flats,
But in my head rumbled a hundred old time songs
That tantalized me into a stupor of great expectancy.
Down stairs, near the elevator, was an old woman.
I was shocked to see her on a wheelchair, eyes vacant.
The landlord smiled at me and told me not to worry.
Seems Angelique was to be taken to some rest home.
Her mother just wanted to see that the upstairs
Apartment was in perfect state for the living.
Disappointed at the name I left for work later for my groceries.
Back home I concocted some pasta and cooked the sauce,
Opened my favourite bottle of red wine to drown my sorrows.
Silence reigned supreme and I felt rather annoyed.
So I betook myself to sleep hoping at least to dream.
The phone rang and a dulcet voice asked for me.
She had arrived late and had got nothing prepared for her meal.
Could I take something good for her to eat?
So I put on my track suit and with little or no enthusiasm
Went upstairs with some pasta left over and some wine.
That would be enough I thought, but the mother
Was old enough and should have known better.
Mother? The girl that opened the door was young enough.
A nymph that beckoned me in, in the warm atmosphere,
Balsamic perfume that inundated the cosy apartment,
Low magic music swirled and vibrated everywhere.
My name is Angel she tenderly smiled, shall we dance?
I felt the warmth of her; felt her arms and the dance began.
It did not take long to become lost in her euphoric bliss.
And our lips met, again and again as our hearts beat as one……….
You want to know the end?
We lived happily ever after…….
As all fairy tales should…..
Anger amongst my people
From all the police brutality
Resulting in so many young
Mens fatality
Our hands are up
Don't shoot
Don't stomp us out
With your boots
We face down on the ground
Don't Use your billy club to pound
Police shoots and kills
Then gets off for it
This can't be real
Don't use unjust violence on me
I'm a citizen
We as a race should have known better then
Don't shoot
I'm going for my identification
Such a racist nation
If police started killing off Caucasians
Then it would be a situation
Don't shoot
I have a kid in the car
Pow pow pow
Now you went to far
How many shots does it take
To subdue a man
2, 6, 20
Explain officers so we can understand
This is our justice system
Systematically killing blacks
How are we to commemorate
When we under attack
Bias and unjust
In America we don't trust
Police brutality
What's your rationality
Repression and criminalization
Of an entire generation
Racial disparities
Giving us welfare and calling it charity
Our ancestors built this place
Yet a white officer is present
in every black mans murder case
Stop don't shoot
My hands are held high
Pow pow pow
Another nigga dies tonight
Did you shout out in shock that day as she suddenly stuck
her spiked heel into your spine kicking you to the curb
through the open car door before slamming her foot
on the gas and speeding away tires shrilly squealing
leaving you lying there by the roadside
red faced in disgrace
your heart shattered
your brain reeling
struggling to process what it was you were feeling
she having planned in advance which card she would play
to proclaim her innocence
You should have known better
She was just a young kid in a cashmere sweater
so to do the same for which she condemns men is ok
she would go on to say
I knew what she intended to do
though if I could have warned you
I doubt you'd have listened anyway
for who am I but a woman who knows very well
what her kind is capable of
That hawks such as she soar in circles above their prey
pretending to be a dove
I doubted myself I doubted us
Impatience got the best of me
I thought I’d have an edge
Could not pass it up
Why wait for fate to unfold
I found myself at a crossroad
Bordering on the deceitful
Should have known better
Caught in a lie I froze
In a compromising situation
Started innocent enough
But was seen as a betrayal
Harm done too late to turn back now
No longer an innocent little secret
The magic had disappeared
Impatience the ultimate price
The stars had seemed aligned
Bringing out the best in us
Betrayed you left
Without looking back
AP: 1st place 2020
“ VOODOO SALAD “
BLACK CATS IN THE WINDOW BULLET HOLES PAINT THE DOOR
SIGN SAYS FORTUNE TELLER I WOULDN’T FEEL LUCKY IN THAT STORE
THIS TOWN IS REALLY CREEPY I DON’T TRUST ANYTHING I SEE
THE SLIPPERY WET SIDEWALK IS NOW STARING BACK AT ME
WHATEVER WAS IN THE DRINK SHE MADE HAS ME SEEING DOUBLE
MY LEGS ARE WEAK AND WOBBLY I KNOW I’M IN FOR TROUBLE
I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER CAUSE I’VE READ ALL ABOUT IT
NOW I THINK I’M TASTING THAT STRANGE VOODOO SALAD
THERE’S A SHADOW FOLLOWING ME BUT IT DON’T LOOK LIKE MINE
IT’S GETTING REALLY CLOSE AM I’M RUNNING OUT OF TIME
I’M SHAKING IN MY BOOTS BUT WHEN I TURN AROUND
LOOKING RIGHT BEHIND ME THERE IS NO ONE TO BE FOUND
THE SINKING SKY ABOVE IS SETTING AWFULY LOW
WHOLE TOWN IS CLOSING IN I GOT NOWHERE TO GO
THE DAYS ARE ALL SO BLEAK NIGHTS ARE EVEN WORSE
EVERY CAR I SEE LOOKS LIKE A FUNERAL HEARSE
I’VE HEARD ALL THE RUMORS NOW I KNOW JUST WHAT IT MEANS
THERE’S SOMETHING IN THAT VOODOO SALAD THEY CALL NEW ORLEANS
A HELL DATE
Like an order from the military junta
He swerved the steering off our route
I was surprised... not really scared
It was four days after my birthday
Where are we going?
What's happening? tell me
We are going to a Fast Food... ok, that's it
Ok, then, the General has spoken
Any word from his mouth is a decree
For we are in a military junta
Was ordered not to pick expensive menu
As I glance through the menu list
I asked what he wanted ... nothing!!! he answered
Just hurry up, I've got things to do
I could barely eat my cheap menu pick
He looks at me irritatingly...as if I am worthless
My cutleries fell off my hand severally
Must I eat this so called food
It was one hell of a date... to compensate for my birth date
Hurriedly like maid and Boss, we left the place
It all ran through my mind?
What was this for?
Did I force you to take me out on a belated date?
I felt reduced to nothing as I wish I vomit the food
I should have known better... worst off in all
I felt like a nuisance on a date
As I wish there wasn't a date in the first instance
All kinds of date I mean... birth date or hell date
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1.55am
15/04/2015
Conjure from a true life story
I have my second graders coloring cutting and gluing.
It is taking them quite a bit of time. They are chatting too.
This is counseling class, I encourage socializing.
I arrived five minutes early and let the substitute teacher have a break.
He thanked me and hotfooted it out of there double time.
The regular teacher asked if I could switch days, so she would get this break.
It is not my fault she is not here at 3:30 on a Wednesday.
I could not accommodate her request. I have classes at 3:30 daily.
Every teacher tries to get a 3:30 spot, because we leave at 4:10.
A child notices that Mr. H is gone. He is seven foot and two inches tall.
He is built like a linebacker. They apparently all missed him leaving.
“Where is Mr. H?” I say “I hope the aliens did not get him.
Mistake!
They are now arguing with each other- whether or not aliens are real.
I should have known better.
In seventh grade I should have known better
Than to sign up for dissecting in this kind of weather
It was stormy and dark, the sky was gloom and doom.
In the lab, I fished my frog out of his box-like tom.
I poked him with my knife to make a little slice.
His eyes popped open, which was not incredibly nice.
He stuck out his tongue and ran around the table.
Whose frog is that? Asked the teacher, named Mable.
The chase was on. He was quicker than light.
I grabbed him again and tried to hold on tight.
I ended up letting him go, that Halloween day.
Frog who refused to die on a day that was gray.