The 1500 Hour Part 1
Forbear me- lest I remember
The 1500 hour
For those less than 16 it was the hour of R&R
For me it was the prelude to the dour
Oh minor me! How you had to give your voice variation
Make your timbre sound less bright
Make it more in common
With Barry White
And your handwriting
Make sure to leave out your style
Be more like your Father's
Grimace inside all the while
May your gait be masculine
May your movements never float
May you leave the sashay to RuPaul's "Supermodel"
That's what he loathes
I'm sorry for your shoulders and chest
That bore your broken board's bruise
And one time it caught the webof your thumb
We remember the purple hue
I'm sorry for the beatings
You took on your underpants
Will Smith must've been talking about your parents
They just don't understand
Now that I started down the dark trail
Would you like to hear more?
I'm sure you'd like to hear
That I settled the score
Nay- not yet
But I will you see
By creating the life I wanted
Instead of destroying it recklessly
That will be my revenge
For the few times my poems were taken
So I would hide them in school
Hoping they'd be there when the new dawn awakened
That will be my revenge
For the years my identity was made to be standardized
To accommodate for ignoranct asses
Who were unwilling to open their eyes
And so the 1500 hour now
Hasa meaning that is personal and deep
Years later
The memories and feelings have remained indelibly