By: Basilia Vega
Ahhh the past!
The weak are afraid of it.
The willing view it as a cruise, and with a smile,
they drive past what they already seen and finally notice that things look closer than they appear
The past and it’s catchy memories
When the 2000’s classics were thought of in the classroom,
sung in the playground
and rapped over and over again as your brother places your hot and ready order in
Yes the past!
The time where your favorite school teacher sticks up for you
For a quiet audience at show and tell
Your fair share at snack time’s finest half an hour
The teacher that sung words about peace and love
that became the only shield to secure your heart from the hate and misdemeanors the old bitter white teacher forced her dissatisfaction hope right into your ears
“I got your back!”
That fuckin past
where everywhere I went
school, gyms, jobs,
There will always be that asshole that knows their sorority will over power your will towards fairness and dignity,
And their only good days are your constant bad ones
Oh yes! the fukin past
Where I glance in that fuckin mirror and be aware that the past is closer than it may appear
Because the past!
My past is here!
And my heart is there, soaking in my memories
With my emotions
And my mind is everywhere else but where it matters