Two long nights of funk and poetry-
The crowd absent of you
Is the trigger of my thoughts,
The way the earth’s cycle
Creates the forceful pull and retreat
I too, feel knotted and entangled by the weight
Busy girl, busy girl… My busy girl
Bound by the heavy toll of book
Left stranded choking beneath buried desk
I’m not a teacher
I never expected perfect attendance
I summon a much greater cause-
That of passion
Your report card cannot be checked off in ink
It must be done between sheets- face to face
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