I hate deadlines.
But I love Meg, she helped me out a lot on my portfolio for grad school apps. I don’t get to see her as often as I would like, but when I do, I always feel blessed to be in her presence.
Thinking about that lunch and feeling like I haven’t written a poem in forever reminds me of all the looming application deadlines and essays I have yet to write on top of the recommendation letter forms I have yet to send out. I hated school because of all the rapid-fire deadlines and meaningless essay writing, but for some reason I actually look forward to each and every essay I have to write now.
It’s like Meg said, an MFA isn’t like law school, it’s a gift to yourself as writer. I hope I can give myself this gift.
I watched CNN for the first time in a long time today. The stories that transpired on the screen reminded why I don’t watch the news, it’s upsetting.
A child care provider reprimanded a boy by locking him in her trunk and driving around for a while, crazy, I know. She faces reckless endangerment charges.
Five fairly large bullet-proof vested men tasered a man to death in a Canadian airport. The Airport spokesperson said a video only shows one perspective, not the whole story. There was no apology or condolensce for the man lying tasered on the floor, dead, investigation pending.
An anesthesiologist was investigated and found to have reused needles possibly infecting over 600 plus patients with HIV, Hepatitis C and B. He is still practicing medicine.
Baseball slugger Barry Bonds was indicted for perjury, apparently having lied about his steroid use. He faces a maximum of 30 years
Moral of the story: Steroid use is far more criminal than locking a child in the trunk, or tasering a man to death. Oh and possibly infecting people with deadly viruses, that’s just not a big deal, cause for a hospital transfer maybe.
maybe.
Sitting on my hands
for the school district superintendent and
for my mother, who gives her all everyday
My hands
stapled
to my seat
when you swooped in
unannounced
under summer cover
when school bells sit silent
and children play
in Richmond streets
navigating gunfire
while parents negotiate
drug deals
the unemployment line
two
sometimes three jobs
to make ends meets
unbeknownst
of your chair stealing tactics
robbin’ hoods
stealing from blacks
to give to whites
cuz black kids
don’t need new chairs
or new schools
or new shoes
and clean clothes
or good food and
this aint about chairs
its about us
tired
of always taking what you give us
and me sitting on my hands
but mom might lose her job
if I speak up
cuz you her boss and
damn good at firing people
who don’t know their place
so I muffle screams
behind lips
shut
keep quiet
when your eyes smile at me
as she introduces us in the hallway
at Stege School
I want to tell you
take your fake pleasantries
your filthy handshakes
deceitful grins
and sit on them
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