As I scribble sentences
I learn of postulates
That didn’t begin at my birth.
Thumps in my head;
All the things that I’ve read.
I hope this erudition
Of prosperity and determination
Will save me someday,
Someday when I cute open
A stranger’s chest,
Someday when I’ll be sipping surprising stories;
Unholy podcasts about the noises,
I’ll be creating a world that belongs
I hope it saves me
From the war
That continuously cooks in cauldron,
This cauldron that we call home-
It rolls over,
Flattening our globe,
Opening our robes
Displeasured and provoked moans.
This cauldron cooks cacophonies,
Wringing my ears,
Calling what is left behind
For it doesn’t understand that it was left for a reason,
This hurtful love will boil us,
It will turn science into fiction,
Bring back borders with friction.
I hope it saves me.
I hope you save me-
For I want to unlearn
These conventional circumstances,
These chaotic conspiracies,
Forcing postulates down my throat like
When I simply suffer from the cure
And not the pretentious predicament.
I want to stand in front of the mirror
And learn to learn.
So, will you teach me?
For I should be your first employee,
Willing and able,
As the textbook teaches.
Teach me how to show
Kindness to those who never know,
Teach me how to
Read mosaics that shelfed books create,
Teach me the algorithms of clouds and stars.
Teach me just that,
Along with what CBSC desires,
For she will never expire.
So please, teach me-
For I will wear my gratitude on
The diaphanous wings that
You have ever since given me,
For you have taught me to teach me.