Dr. Professor

Professor, professor…
How can you teach me about me?
Your scholarly rhetoric and understanding can’t define me.
Every word you know could never describe me.
Your brilliance and PhD. don’t amount to what I see.
Try to make me inferior by being friendly to me.
Yes I can see the truth behind your smile.
Your grin entails the guilt you feel for the soul of your father.
Your grandfather was my master…teacher, teacher teacher…
Professor…
How can you tell me about us?
Yea…you know all the songs, books, names and dates.
You claim you know us…
Ain’t that some shit??
My master teacher all of a sudden is my peer.
Knows all of our fears, thoughts and feelings as if he can feel them.
They listen to you cause you smile.
Smile full of passion and sincerity.
But I hear it in your eyes…
I see it in your voice…
You think you know we but you have no idea…
Analytical understanding of the person I am is not for you to question.
Try to surprise me with your know- ledge.
I want you to KNOW my ancestors stand on the edge of a LEDGE when they were resting in peace.
You disturbed it!!!
That’s all you accomplished when you tried to make me think.
That I didn’t know me.
Professor, oh professor…