Chronicling a disheartening period of Journalism class today at school.
A premature Spring - the sun shines, almost assailing and arrogant. .
For, it laughed at the bare legs & arms that paled in comparison
Short sleeves, missing pant legs; laughs would burn & grate despair
As wry humour hit a dipping jet scream to permeate the air
A central, focal point; through hoards of pretentious complaints. .
Rang a defining moment taking place towards the end of the day
Barely awake, I sat wearily through the shrieking alarms. .
Upon ending, I nestled my temple in the peak of my arm
Laughs from all - on the outside, trees creaked & birds were storied
In flowery dialogue which sent my mind to a sleepy purgatory
Blinds drawn, the sun's rays were as misshaped as heads & fists
Bending, to avoid beings absorbed by the brick-laden edifice
A documentary; still in purgatory, behind delirious dreams
Laughs awoke me every time his face appeared on the screen
Laughs consumed me; open eyes, I endeavored to watch the kids
Who laughed at the man known as the only reverend in politics
Al Sharpton; everyone laughing, I remained passive, but few. .
Understood the experience of having someone laugh at your views
I stood in America - the country adorned with sinful functions
Whose ideas of radicalism, needed a formal introduction :
Now everyone choking, the aforementioned functions drastically. .
Radicalized: as Western Europe filled their lungs to capacity
Amidst the smoke, gazing, whilst their eyes & knees buckled
I, myself, felt like a radical whilst I silently chuckled
nobody's opinion should be laughed at.
