maybe you are
thwarted by an int eruption called "black history"
fussing at me to get home on time
delighted by witty banter
frustrated by my stubborn ways
that refuse to m......m.....move.
maybe that's why I am so scared of you--
inviting me into intellectual adventures
without the fuss
working to build a life beyond the ruin of this
whispering under your breath
what a dang fool I am
praying that I'll hear.