Walking To School

Liked this one.

I walked to school each morning.
I used my own two feet.
I didn't have some fancy car
Or some bus blasting heat

I’d get there early
With no one around
Until security became surly
and started to hound
Me all about “Your just way too early.
Your just not allowed.”

I told them “don’t blame me, blame my poverty.”
or maybe my widowed mother with houses to clean
or maybe the economy, in it’s insecurity
or maybe Obama with nothing yet changed.
Just not me. I don’t own this shame.  

 

Reviews

[Nyida Strong]

Well done! First poem I've read all day that deserves such praise. I like the flow and the topic, specifically. This is very well written and pulls at the memories of anyone who has been down, but never out.

N. Strong