He goes
Unwanting and angry
Grant breathes
His breathless life
Into the soul of a dying man
A man who hasn’t found himself yet
Grant doesn’t know how,
But he must try
Visiting the jail,
Unaware
Not knowing
That he nears
Not knowing that he knows
A teacher
His journey
His lot in life
NOT
To run
“like the nigger he was born to be”
He, Grant
Is better than that
He is supposed to make
A difference
Teacher,
Synonymous with helper
Saving souls
Rediscovering manhood
Through the eyes
Of the already dead
-Starr Sackstein
Showing posts with label A Lesson Before Dying - poetry. Show all posts
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Tuesday, December 30, 2008
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