by Kim Reyes
I lived in the chalk of chalk board erasers
With the follicles of words long forgotten
And the particles of people looped through the minds of our seeds one too many generations in a row
I lived in the chalk of chalk board erasers
I lived in the crooks of wrinkles of the innocents hands
Carried about with filth and taint but still enough to seep through their t-shirt threads and carried home to sleep next to their rosy cheeks and starry streaked pillows
I lived in the chalk of chalk board erasers
My faith was freeing
Knowledge fleeing
This energy bound with a free throw skip
Over their heads and onto their laps this transfer existed between spaces of paper and pencil where creativity reigned and conformity strained itself to push against the reverberations of these gold minded prodigies
Not really knowing that the young were agreeing
To what our fearless were guaranteeing
I lived in the chalk of chalk board erasers
Existing in the negatives of mouth and air
Simply being in areas where I didn't belong
I couldn't find my way to the people whose voices chattered over my presence and hid me under crashing waves of sound and ignorance that threw me over the edge time and time again.
I lived in the chalk of chalk board erasers
Making the connection of the link between imagination and dictation that could take conceptualism and create mutualism from all these lost faces in all these dark places with the purities in races and no one saying pace this pace yourself slow it down and give it up to yourself
I lived in the chalk of chalk board erasers
Stringing along endless pieces of information until I was brought to the mattress of a believer and I lived within her dreams
Her imagination fueled me and I became real
I was a thought I was an idea I was a theory I was more than the chalk of chalk board erasers
I lived in the mind of a care free child with nothing but fantasy to rule the world around her.
I lived in the chalk of chalk board erasers
With the follicles of words long forgotten
And the particles of people looped through the minds of our seeds one too many generations in a row
I lived in the chalk of chalk board erasers
I lived in the crooks of wrinkles of the innocents hands
Carried about with filth and taint but still enough to seep through their t-shirt threads and carried home to sleep next to their rosy cheeks and starry streaked pillows
I lived in the chalk of chalk board erasers
My faith was freeing
Knowledge fleeing
This energy bound with a free throw skip
Over their heads and onto their laps this transfer existed between spaces of paper and pencil where creativity reigned and conformity strained itself to push against the reverberations of these gold minded prodigies
Not really knowing that the young were agreeing
To what our fearless were guaranteeing
I lived in the chalk of chalk board erasers
Existing in the negatives of mouth and air
Simply being in areas where I didn't belong
I couldn't find my way to the people whose voices chattered over my presence and hid me under crashing waves of sound and ignorance that threw me over the edge time and time again.
I lived in the chalk of chalk board erasers
Making the connection of the link between imagination and dictation that could take conceptualism and create mutualism from all these lost faces in all these dark places with the purities in races and no one saying pace this pace yourself slow it down and give it up to yourself
I lived in the chalk of chalk board erasers
Stringing along endless pieces of information until I was brought to the mattress of a believer and I lived within her dreams
Her imagination fueled me and I became real
I was a thought I was an idea I was a theory I was more than the chalk of chalk board erasers
I lived in the mind of a care free child with nothing but fantasy to rule the world around her.
