Freedman

Now i don’t have a lot to say but, 

Get to work.

Actual work

Not pounding the keys of the keyboard only to type in the word, pornhub.

Real work. 

Work that can change lives.

Work that makes people ponder the deepest questions of man,

Not you working on your calculus homework.

Work,

Work on motivating us to actually work.

Work on your monotone voice and your pathetic pace, 

Pacing around the podium while we wait to hear what we, 

Should work on.  

So try to work on that. 

At least try, 

Or try not to piss your pants every time your friend says something sexist.

Try not to outwardly say how sick that party was last Saturday night.

At least try.

The only thing you try to do is get laid, 

So it seems you sleep around, so it seems none of us care. 

So it seems you were nice, and funny, and smart.

Smart in the way that played out well only on the streets.

The streets of your white suburban neighborhood.

But don’t forget where you came from, son.

See the light of the sun shine bright through the bay window of your bedroom.

This is a light that illuminates your neat Johnson County bubble. 

Expand your bubble son, 

This bubble hides the crime and pain and suffering of others, son.

Don’t neglect others,

Just pull up that hood of your new Vineyard Vines sweatshirt and hide your ignorance. 

A hood that covered you head when you walked into school,

The school of excellence that uncovers all of your white privilege. 

You act like a free man, and you are a free man.

But in fact you are not, 

A freed-man.

You are named after a men with history from history class, 

The men that showed people which class they belong in.

You are more like freeman, a name that you take around the school, 

The school filled with people who know…

That you’re a privileged white male.

The kind of male that doesn’t need to say more than, “hello.”

The guy at the party that is more than desperate to follow a girl around like whimpering puppy.

But what is a puppy to do when his friends leave and he is left all alone in his kennel.

This kennel is filled with toys placed in a large house where the people always know, 

“Don’t forget about the puppy.”

Although you can say you’re “not a puppy,”

And sure you may not be, 

By your shoes and your shirts and the way you walk,

We know that you’re a freedman.