the kids make it alright

At High School for Recording Arts yesterday, 9/16

the kids make it alright

when i let the water

soak up the lyric 

and trickle down 3rd avenue

i knew several things:

#1
i was not

good enough

to consume this poetry

#2 
the pouring sky that had

washed it away

could not also wash me clean today

it could not wash me new

#3
i was grey matter

i had gotten up that morning and decided

to declare it a day where the sky and I would be twins

we would both be bruised and dwell low to the ground

our shoulders hunched

yesterday 

i taught the worlds next generation

of masterminds

they showed up

on the velvet couches

and plastic blue chairs

pretending to study the meticulous stitching 

of their levis

they scoffed

they laughed

they shined

and when they spit

they preached

gospels

and prophecy 

they spoke the words i had lost

back onto the page

today

i cant teach myself

but i have learned anyways

I have been schooled

and when the clouds hang so low 

they can whisper into my ear

and remind me of my nothing

i crouch 

and defiantly tell them

the kids
they make it
alright