SLAM BEHIND THE CURTAIN SCHOLARSHIP Poem

by: Mopati Kuswani

 

Every day,

I wake up and walk those halls

For what?

To get an education and a job

 

Every day,

I sit

Class after class

And I fade away from the chatter and whispers

Fading into reality

 

Every day,

I keep to myself

I keep telling myself I’ll talk tomorrow

Or maybe when I’m talked to

 

I keep quiet

And I go about my way

Only hoping for the day to end

I go home

I possess life

I talk, I yell, I sing and I curse

I am not in class

 

This is the true me

This is the person who in class

patiently waits to be who he really is

 

I know him well

I know him well because he is me

I know him well because I am him

 

He loves being lazy and relaxed

I love letting go of all burdens

He loves eating

I love drinking

He loves to be at peace

I love to see him at peace

 

Tomorrow,

I wake up and go to class

“Where is he?” I ask

Every day