Cave Unknown

Unknown—
mind blown from
1st days,
teacher ways
got us writin’ poems.
So I’m flowin’,
4 lines like
4/4 time
waitin’ on lunch
ain’t fine—
look at my eye,
here’s my assignment
for this asinine
district.
Respect what I write,
as I balance your
broken English on
3 wheel motion,
in this wretched city.
29 South my conundrum,
poppin’ roadside protocals
my expertise in fire, ain’t dignified.
But still I tithe—
money free,
Most High ain’t concerned
about Hamilton, Lincoln,
or Grant on the 50.
Call me filthy
for I am a
work in progress.
All week financial stress,
my Monday – Friday
freshly pressed.
Stayin’ positive
on pedagogy’s path
placing young cerebellum’s
in the circumference of success……
say somethin’ negative and
watch for a cave in your chest;
because shawtie, this here just be
the 1st week.

©2010 Clarence Nabraska Barbee