Poet’s Corner: Couple of Free Verse Poems by Ya Boy
I done fucked around and became something like a teacher. Who would’ve thunk it? It’s a cool gig. I’m learning a lot about myself, the system, human beings . . . it’s a lot to soak in to say the least. There are some pretty prominent drawbacks to teaching, especially teaching in the capacity that I do, working predominately with “at-risk” youth. Proofreading sucks ass. Always have always will. Wanting to have more say in regard to curriculum and lesson planning is an irritant I didn’t anticipate. However, it’s not all bad. There’s a definite upside to teaching as well. Aside from the obvious like — inspiring/encouraging youth, being a role model, meeting a variety of personalities, etc — I’ve really enjoyed being obligated to write poetry again. If you guys weren’t aware, I got my undergad degree in poetry/screenwriting. But I can honestly say, I probably hadn’t written a POEM in close to three to four years before the onset of September. I’ve written RHYMES — RAPS — but no poems; there’s a difference.
That being said, I’d like to share some with you guys. They haven’t been worked or anything. Just lil woopty bams that I wrote while my kids were writing. Nonetheless, let me know what you think.
This Ain’ Livin’
We work to live
We take advantage
We . . . ain’t livin’
Able to put food on tables
Yet we have cable
“I use it to know what time it is”
But we don’t know what time it is
On Twitter . . . Facebook
Viewing our lives through cracked screens
Up before we switched from bottle to sippy cup
Screw drivers, empty glass sent flying
Burned by cigarette but
She’s just trying to cope
Dope on counter tops
Cops surround black boys
In baggie jeans and
Pound on doors in black neighborhoods
Children . . .
Why wage war on the defenseless?
What’s this all for?
Why is it so hard?
Shit’s been wrong so long we think it’s normal
Down in tears
To incessantly compete with our peers
To the point that we kill
Them . . . us . . .we
Need to . . .
To do something
Blurt out obscenities!
FUCK THIS SHIT!
Break everything in the vicinity!
Our lives depend on it.
Untitled – Urban Pastoral
Gloom ever-present and overbearing
People smile in faces and glare at backs
Slip and slide down downtrodden streets
Ice sheets and snow drifts
Sloshing through slush
Trying to make it to point A – B – C
Leafless branches on
Reaching into the sky like ancient arthritic hands
Warmed by garbage cans
Bodies lost and found
‘Cause they weren’t chosen to have a bed that evening
A roof over their head that evening
You win some, you lose some
Unless you’re talking about life
Only get one of those
Running around frosted lakes
Runny noses sniffle
Frosted flakes caught on the tongues of angels
In neon colored body armor
Somewhere under fifteen layers
Of infused polyester is a child
Who’s figured everything out
Sweet nothing and
Feel good rhythms
That shake souls
Lost in lake like eyes
The language of love
Corroding thoughts of life sans you
Cause you understand me.
Perhaps better than I ever could
And I like it
I hate it
I love it
All over the place
In case you haven’t
figured that out yet
“Tell us your ‘how you met’ story”
It’s too early for that
Though . . .
That’s kinna weher you take me.
Drop me off.
Tell me to.
Or I’ll speed up.