Untitled (poem)

Pretend games
Black children play
Overgrown women
needing an escape
Poems of escapism
School bullying
I signed the banner at Mercer
Where I alumna Ayesha Karim
circle back to work as Mentor
The ways the kids got high needing
an escape
I tell all of them
I don’t smoke
I remember how all of the dreams
I was dreaming seemed to lose their meaning
I will continue to hold on to my faith
I know a lot more than I did before
If I grew up playing rope in the park
or on my great aunt’s block
with telephone wire
We used to play rope I am sure
I will always be beautiful too.

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I am a Black Guyanese woman. I'm thirty nine years old. I went back to college to take Early Childhood Education classes. I want to get a second 48-credit BA degree in Early Childhood Education by 2021. I go to NJCU. I have a BA in Creative Writing from NJCU. I graduated from NJCU in August 2015. I transferred to NJCU from Mercer. I have my AA degree from Mercer in Humanities and Social Science since May 2007. I write poems, I write memoirs, I'm a blogger and I am taking a children's lit course. I love reading memoirs. I also do book reviews from time to time. My favorite poet is Emily Dickinson. I grew up in Ewing, New Jersey. I live in Princeton Junction with my parents!

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