Rachetdemic
Big B brings it in my class,
a solid mass of energy, a blast
of humor that fills the space
in ways that make everyone
take notice. He is the home,
the bellows of a thousand voices,
the self-proclaimed professor
of Hoodology, a man who stands
astride his two worlds, and when
he writes, you know he’s going
to paint you a picture, and when
he speaks, he amplifies, he
grows in size, relative to his
surroundings, standing and
pacing and wandering around
the big ideas, and you’re bound
to think that this guy thinks
on his feet the way that
everything with Big B starts
and ends with his own beats,
the punctuation of his thinking-
Exclamation, Question, Hard Stop-
the poetry in motion that passionate
young people can sometimes be,
all speed and undirected energy.
And we, and we want him to fit in
our eight boxes a day. We tap
his breaks, and ask him to
kindly stay in his seat.
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