**while I'M Having My Class Poem by HAZEL Calumarde

I have my normal classes
from five till eleven
I'm on the process

but as I was doin' my thing
you're lips is in my lips
like the moon in the sky
tonight who is so bright

i love it, it's a magnet
it's my fight to love the man
i call my beloved
like him i'm going with him

planning to fly around the sky
and play with moon and the stars
and will embrace and make
the breeze and air our blanket
and the clouds our pillows.