LOVE OF LITERATURE AND HISTORY
Written by C Hues
October 4, 2022
In life, I try to walk slow. It’s nice—to breathe and walk slow. Otherwise, life passes by And time will merely stalk slow. I make sure to hang on words— Know that it’s peace to talk slow. As a lad, in school I would Write on the board with chalk, slow. When my folks commanded me I would refuse and balk, slow.
Written by C Hues
October 1, 2022
I am the protagonist of my own story But am I the hero? I look in the mirror and I often see A distorted, disfigured me Not a monster or a menace But a Saint—or a Savior An Angel above all And those below are lost to sin As I look at myself And study everyone else… Again.
Written by C Hues
September 30, 2022
There once was a man named O’Keefe He swore off all meat and ate leaf His son was a butcher Looked like Ashton Kutcher Now he and his son just had beef
Written by C Hues
September 29, 2022
When applying to the position, they will hear and not listen. But you need not ask power for permission. You just need to play the game; So you must learn to take their name. At least get your foot in the door. They may be mystified or more. When they see that Finn is really Black— Perception is all, for awareness they lack.
Written by C Hues
September 28, 2022
You can play classical instead of rap, lacrosse instead of track But there it takes its toll, tattooed on your back No matter what you do, no matter what you say The target will remain—you can’t wish it away Something sinister shadowing, steady stalking slow A sudden shot, a strike against you, a very low blow Because your hair or what you wear or speaking up in class Are just excuses the bigots use to paint the target on your ass