Five Poem by A.S. Wilson

I’m a kindergarten dropp out
and I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
Drop out that is. And not, this time,
because we were moving
and it was before
kindergarten was required
and since I already knew
my stuff anyway,
but just
to stick it to the man,
to tell him I don’t need his educating,
his fancy two-syllable words and cursive
writing. I don’t need his advanced
block stacking.
When you are a child, hopping
and skipping comes easily anyway.
I was five,
almost six,
when they came to get me out of
that school for the last time and boy
was I ready to go. And I ain’t
ever
going back
to that place.