History Class

History Class

A Poem by Alisa Js

there were no small boxes in those history books
and yet you played with hearts
before the start, 
before Miss Hey rang the two second bell.
we lept like gazelles to our seats
while planning our escape

a distant time in a distant place
where captured minds rued the day
young minds stuck on repeat,
fueled by hatred, learned contempt
passed down from generation to generation
speaking without thinking
thinking without relevant thoughts

and then, there she was
a different girl from a different place
out of step with the rest,
shy and quiet
with a gift unspoken ...

© 2018 Alisa Js


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Hi
You lost me a bit on this one, but I did like the rhythm. These lines below are good.

"speaking without thinking
thinking without relevant thoughts"




Posted 6 Years Ago


Alisa Js

6 Years Ago

Thank you, Matt.. it was about the experiencing racial prejudice as a child... which was sad, as any.. read more

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