Our first breath
Comes with a slap
That makes us cry
Inequity 101 is laced
With learning a language
Dealing with cosmic amnesia
And viewing a human path
With divine guidance
Or dumbstruck.
There can be no doubt
About the intentions
Of the heart of a poet
Because they’re written
Somewhere, with no fear
Or no regret
As a master class curriculum
Is formulated one phrase at
A time-is-precious time.
2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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