Treasure Island

David Beckham

(Madrid, Spain)

Tribute to Langston Hughes

Shivers and more shivers
Every line of your poem (Theme for English B) sends me to delirium
What I am feeling I can’t describe
Readers’ high maybe
And then goose bumps take over like a rash

I am black and so are you
In my class is all white, but that’s usual here in the mid-west
Spot the difference and you find my dreads
Sprouting out like the head of the Medusa
I am distinguishable like impeccable me!
Yes ego, but necessary!

Some days my thoughts are half empty, some days half full
But it pours on out like the Nile and never seems to empty
What science can thus solve this riddle?
That ½ + ½ = infinity?
For only your poetry holds this clue!

Maybe someday
I will crush the fear of failure and pick up an ink and write
Scribble away all that’s true and real
And never return to school again
But you did and have I

Some days I want to elope like you did and flee
But my hearts got no wings
And my feet tied to rocks
I am bound to this table
And these books I have to study

Goodbye Hughes
Upon this page
Please find my reflections
Sprouting out like the head of the Medusa
Your fan


Submitted: Friday, February 04, 2011

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