[sighs wearily]
["Matter" by Tiffany Ike]
- I don't think God would go to college
He is too major to settle in minor places
By no means, under no Heavenly decree,
would he elect to crash and burn under 10,000 degrees
Hell
does not recruit with pitchforks and tightrope,
does not congregate in mobs at your front steps.
It sits in your classroom,
tells you to turn to unrepresentative textbooks
passes out invites to its kickbacks,
and always makes sure as to forget the back of the bus.
College
when you find yourself parked in one
you learn more from the burning in your throat
than the education taught in limbo
it is a matter of time that we realize
that time did not heal all who matter.
Time did not have our backs
Time did not keep history from turning us into stars,
shooting fireworks like it was dream
where you can only be red
or white or
I can't breathe blue.
This is the type of learning that'll light a fire in you.