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Pedagogy of a Firefly


Fireflies only shine their glowing light 

When reminiscing on a time when love took flight

Surpass the days of struggle and strife 

Only to make magic at night 

 

I am a firefly 

my fire is what makes me, 

fly

But I dream beyond the blue sky

that one day with swithness

I'll create my own business,

Her name is Amor.

 

I’ve turned the corner passed Poverty Street

I’ve drove down Self-determination Parkway 

Swiftly switching lanes

And checking my rearview 

Checking for those flashin’ lights 

because even in 2014

we are still fighting for our civil rights. 

 

Now I’m approaching Visionaries’ Road. 

Everyone stops here for the sights

And, there’s no fee, 

No, no one ever has to pay a price 

Just open your eyes and take a look,

 

Everything Is Alright.

 

I see myself,

I am ever changing.

I am a graduate of mother earth 

giving life to beauty and prosperity

Building a generation and legacy

 

I am planting Amor

My seed brings hope and nourishment

Gives voice to those silenced

Give sanctuary from homes engulfed in violence 

Give therapy to those feeling American adversity

and laughter that makes your tummy hurt

 

Amor, 

Provides spray paint.

By all means,

design the lines that defines you,

Reminds you

to be the purest of your essence. 

Defy constraint 

Sip earth, water, air, and fire.

 

Amor,

Inspires creativity that

Fabricates currency for starving pockets

While coating stomach’s with 

Caribbean deliciousness

Like sugar canes, 

plantains,

jerk chicken wangs,

sopa de mondongo,

maybe even camarofongo…

 

Amor,

is an artist's playground

The stage is the sandbox  

Take your shoes off and 

let your fit sink in to the sand

Be lyrical

Be spiritual 

Be political

Be visual 

and most of all

be God's miracle

 

As I approach the end of the road

I slow down at the stop sign

My eyes glimpse back but I continue my journey

Hand glides across the steering wheel 

And I shift the turn indicator up

Right turn on Tilly Mill Road 

Classes start at 11:30.

And, I am without worry

because I arrived to class early.

 

I am a firefly, 

my fire is what makes me fly high.

Business is in my eye

and the horizon is like peach pie

on summer day in dubai.

 

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