Refusing to grimace

I saw this glass
in a thrift store.

It took me back
early 1980’s.


A true story
with a twist.

My nemesis
from younger days –

the Teacher
who opined
that Black Boys
were
just hoodlums
in training

at best
and that I
could NEVER
be a newspaper
writer.


She bore an eerie
resemblance to
Grimace of the
McDonald’s
commercials.

When I saw this
glass I thought
of her.


She even had
a purple dress
that brought
the look home.

I often remember
trying to reconcile
her attempts to
minimize my
self worth
while being
shaped like a
bullet with
arms.

Joke was on her
then and especially
now.

That Black Boy became
a man would
who would wield
a pen and a
long memory.

She tried to make me grimace –
but wholly failed to diminish
not knowing that I was heralded
from knees that would
refuse to bend.



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About Shun P. Writes

Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, possessor of 2 cents, blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way.