Poetry

Being a Teacher is like being a Super hero…

I’m the black Bat Man…
With a bullet proof suit and a cape
Sent tah educate
Sent to replace hate
With defined faith
In the wake of 911

My secret weapon is a fool proof blessing
Armed with a nickel plated degree
Make you acknowledge
That knowledge is key…
Acknowledge me.

I leap tall buildings
I reach Ghetto Children
I teach poetic solutions
The only superhero…
Tah Graduate
From Morgan State
You can call me…
Batman or Mr. Coleman

You can call me Robin…
Cause I’m robbin’ the system
For spiritual wisdom
I’m one of God’s darker children
The color of the night
When I ignite the right light
Of freedom of speech
In this ghetto called Gotham
I give’em books and watch’em read
I give’em wisdom and watch’em take heed
I bleed blind faith
I destroy envy and haste
I make and mold the future
I’m robin
I’m like Job vs. the Joker
Carrying his bible
In his holster
With its pearl grip
Using words tah
Up lift
You can call me…
Batman or Mr. Coleman

Broken Hearted Smurf                                                                                                    

Someone needs tah…
Un-break my little blue heart and call me broken hearted smurf…
Cause I’ve been looking for love for years but now it seems tah really hurt

Kinda feels like how Gargamel
took happiness and love from the smurfs
looking for my Smurfette…
but quiet as kept
I think Gargamel got to her
Danced and romanced her
Got into her mind
And tried to lay hands on her

Smurfette baby
I miss you even maybe
I possibly love you
Even crazy…
Save me…
My little blue lady…
Ok he…

May have a Benz and a Beamer
And all your friends may look at him
And say…yeah, he’s a keeper
Cause he can lace you with
Shrimp, Lobster, chicken and turkey
But you leaving me is just not
Smurfy…Smurfette

The day you left
I wept.
I wept tears that ran down
Both sides of my cheeks
And splattered on to my chest
I wept tears
That flooded the whole village
And spilled into the next

I cried so much
That even papa smurf was concerned
I cried so much that…
All the Smurfs had to take turns
Wiping the tears making them non existent
And Handy Smurf jumped in…
But he just couldn’t fix it…

I need you Smurfette…
So we can be
Two hearts beating as one
In the sun.

I need you smurfette
So you can be the queen
In this Smurfdom

And last but not least
For what ever it’s worth
Until you come back…
I’ll always be called

Broken hearted smurf…
Un break me baby
Cause I love you.

The Little Engine that could…

Did I ever tell you about the time
I had to teach the “little engine that could?”

In order to get to the top of the mountain he had to pass through the hood.

Past…drugs.

“I think I can…I think I can.”

Past…violence.

“I think I can…I think I can.’

Past…doubt.

“I think I can…I think I can.”
And that was only him trying to get out his house.

Past…tears.

“I think I can…I think I can.”

Past…fears.

“I think I can…I think I can.”
He though he could make it,
Cause destiny was near.

His destiny was the top of the mountain
With all the other “little engines that could”

Destiny was calling
But he was deciding on if he should…quit
Climbing the mountain

And ride through the valley of death
After all…
It was only a quick left
A hop, skip, jump
Ten paces…five steps
Decisions…decisions?
What should he do?
I mean…
He knew his destiny
The path was set,
But maybe he could get through quicker
By making that left…

That’s where we came in.

We taught that little engine about the dangers of the wind.
Taught’em that destiny is about being
At the right place at the right time,

About staying focused and using your mind.

About following the signs and being patient.

About making
good decisions,

about using your God given wisdom
even if it’s hidden
little engine that could

little engine you should
keep climbing
until you reach the top of the mountain.

You can.

The Legacy

What did Martin and Coretta leave for me?
They left a legacy of peace
Harmony in the streets
Showed us
We could change the world
From ideas that were inside
A mind filled…
With Justice and Equality

But now it’s just us
So we must just
Speak quietly

About the inequalities
In our surroundings
Surrounded
By the very things
They fought
And gave their life for…

Now,
I’m sure
We could possibly move ahead
If we change our thinking
But instead…
We think less
And react more

Thinking more about today
And less about tomorrow
Leaving us
Living in
Tear filled moments of sorrow
Rest in peace Hitts( R.I.P. Hitts)
I dedicate this poem to YOU.
We will never forget YOU.

But let us be encouraged
Let us live life to the fullest
And move forward.

Let us not forget to dream
Because life is definitely
Not what it seems
Present our best to the world
And become the dream.

That Martin envisioned.

Do our best in the classroom
To change the life we are living
Let us pick up the torch
And never forget to dream big
Not settling for average
Or the average things others did

We were created for more.
Cause seeing Mr. Hart in Freedom Land
Showed me that we must endure
The struggle in order
To see the fruits of our labor
Cause just like
What Ms. Albright said,
“ A legacy left untouched ”
Is a legacy left for dead

What are you gonna do with the Legacy?