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#9 of 30 Days of Poetry Revisited

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Wonderings at 3 a.m.

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I wondered why he never asked to come back

Why he didn’t fight to save us

Why he didn’t cry on the phone

Or call me in the middle of the night

Or text me how much he missed me

Why he never sent forgive-me flowers

Why he never apologized for anything, ever

I know.

He believes

he is

the victim and

Victims don’t

come back

to the pain

they make.

Thank God.

 

 

Persevere and Hustle

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The Urban Dictionary says that hustle is

to have the courage, confidence,

self-belief and self-determination

to go out there and work it out

until you find the opportunities you want in life.

 

My full-time hustle is teaching children

Teaching novice teachers is my part-time hustle

I have to keep going.

Facing my students

praying for my students

preparing my students

to go out there

with courage, confidence,

self belief and self-determination

to find the opportunities

they want in life.

 

I have to hustle for them

not just for me

because by the time they graduate high school

and by the time they get their teaching credentials

someone will have said

they can’t do it, won’t have it, shouldn’t dream it

and someone will try to wash the color from their hearts

and build steel cages around their freedom

and distract their perseverance

until they can’t even utter a syllable of success.

 

But I will push the hustle into them

like it was pushed into me

and I will thank them for sticking with it

like they thanked me for not giving up on them.

 

#keepitreal2018

 

 

 

Keep it Real 2018

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Keep it real 2018

I have $18.23 in my bank account

I have donated more clothes than I’ve kept

Closet walls with unfaded paint remind me

I can’t acquire new things until God says so.

 

I drank a cup of coffee with too much sweet cream

I drank too much sangria and not enough water

I ate too many chips with dip

and my big pajamas feel small because they are.

 

I have spent two weeks watching crime shows

and eating cookies with too much sugar

and bread with too much butter

and too much wine on one-glass days.

 

But I am full, joyous, loved

I have gas in my car that I washed myself

I have electricity and access to unlimited distractions

and access to limitless encouragement

I can focus on everyone else and all they have

All they don’t want or don’t believe

Or I can focus on me

I choose to be happy

I choose to accept what is and feel the joy of it

Because change can come before this poem, this day, or this year is done

I choose now

Keep it real 2018.