The classroom

I began to learn a lot
about humanity… and me
when I began to
yield to being still.

When we talk during class
we miss the lessons –
if this is missed
so are
our blessings.
This is the logic
of being
still…
in instruction
or standing
taut
in the storm.

*Survival strategies for Black Boy*s:
*Refuse the box, there is no air in it.*

The classroom of our living, where we are apt to commit the sin of withholding self compassion to ourselves, while giving it to others… an act known to smother.

Published by Shun P. Writes

Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, 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. View all posts by Shun P. Writes