Already Grown
Math takes your confidence
Terrorizes your innocence
Intelligence
Questions you
Making you wonder
Is my education a fluke
Trapped in the desk
Teacher says
Twelve minus two
Ten is as close to you
Fourteen in two years
Seventh grade
Middle School
All these kids around me
But they don’t know
All I can think of
Is that boy
Black and beautiful
Shot and killed
As a child of seventeen
Math is no game
But I sat there and thought
Fourteen in two years
Am I closer to getting shot?
Fourteen minus three
Eleven is as close as
Seventeen
Realizations came more
What is a child?
Privileged
Melanin deprived
Snow White
Society defined
Defined by age
Only of importance
When considered a child
Under the ever-growing
Jim Crow doctrine
So it was that day
After hearing that story
And many more like it
That I knew
To you
I would never be a child
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