Free write
7/9/18
My parents raised me in a way so that I was too smart for my own good
My parents should have said to never hang out in his hood
And I just nodded my head to be understood understood
And I almost ruined him all and just kept in mind I could
My friend had a dalmatian when we were little
His generic food of choice was kits and bibbles
We made a whirlpool in their backyard pool
And stayed at the bottom where the water was cool
My classroom growing up was small yet comfortable
There was so much going on that is less than quotable
My friends didn’t clap for me when I got straight A’s
And I sat down as the ceiling lights began to fade
I like the season of fall better than summer
I got my sixth sense of anticipating beauty from her
The mist in the clouds makes me wonder
What came first, the lightening or the thunder
Of course, lightening comes first, I think
As I sit down on the black tar swing
Which is the better cloud, the purple or the pink
The birds fly almost there and start to sing
Is there anything past what we see above
I think of ourselves as ants void of goals
The only thing that is comparable to it is love
And my lack of understanding here quickly becomes my foil.