Friday, August 6, 2010

Near Danger Deep

They call me deep
Five foot and a half on the surface
Twenty feet deep underneath
I studied long and strong to get where I am
Dropped out of high school
To get a head start on life
That nigga don’t know me
He don’t owe me nothing
Won’t give me anything
Forever want to be in my face
During examination
There is proof he’s not studying
So why is he here?
Does he like the way his ears fill
When the pressure of deep water sets in
Does he like almost running out of air
Holding his breath
I take a deep breath
Always aware
That the surface is near

By Yolanda Poole-Clarke 8/6/2010

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