Delinquent

Junior Mboweni

Sitting in class

 don't mean the standard

I mean the havoc caused when kids left in the room

Notes in the roam

You think we'll pass

I'm thinking this teacher won't learn from her mistakes

Soon as she walks in I give her correction

Ungrateful, she's not connecting

That's not my problem

Says solve it on the board

I'm bored, can't she see it on my face?

This lesson

I'm not learning

She's not teaching

She's only tryna make me feel small too

I'll bring her up to size

So I drew a size even she can't handle

With her big mouth

The horror! 

I think the office is a park

So I get there and don't give a dam nor a lake

Yeah, I mean I aim high

But who do you know who's got a good job

Oh yeah that guy... 

It's funny cause the key to success opens the door to failure

So when you see me and see a future

I see another nugga with colors dressed as flags

And all the drama that comes from smoking fags

  • Author: June Winter (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 12th, 2022 02:31
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem reminds me of a cousin of mine who was the craziest dude I knew. When I got to highschool I'd heard a lot of complaints about his behaviour, I idolized the guy though I never got into as much trouble.
  • Category: Short story
  • Views: 29
  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    stream of consciousness
    in style
    with characterisation, volition
    and insightful, depth..
    Brilliantly executed!
    thanks for sharing

    • Junior Mboweni

      Thanks for reaching it... This is one of my oldest poems, back when these things would just come to you while you're making lunch... I'm glad you enjoyed it



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