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Back in 1993
By Jermaine Passmore
Back in 1993
I was not where I
was supposed to
be
The intercom
announcement
Still haunts me
About 6th and 7th grade
Being robbed from
my then
Elementary
Due to the
Atlanta Public Schools
For me that was the
beginning of the end
Entering in and fading up to
The woes of middle school…
Called ‘Turner’
Where I was considered
a slow learner
But for those that
did assume that fallacy
They know where
they can go!
Back in 1993
I just couldn’t be me
The judgements that
ensued
My surroundings..
And the pain that imbued
My goodness
From the team bus
being shot up
To a dude pointing
a loaded gun at me
I’m lucky to be alive
Alas…
Back in 1993
There wasn’t middle
school bliss
Certainly, they weren’t
Days that I missed
And oh my, did I feel pissed
Back in 1993
My game on the ball
team sucked
Oh how they knew I had
hands of gold
At least I killed at pickup games
I hardly ever missed
My superstar in the
making gym mornings
Before classes started
But educationally
I never had a shot
Coach Albritten could attest
Mentally battered…
Sports wise
It’s hard giving it all you’re got
Too bad I didn’t take
my skills to the big, bold,
and black and gold
Because the black didn’t
have any soul...or
Affiliation to my
goals at gold
Back in 1993
Coach Bonner had
a place for me
Pleading the question,
‘Why didn’t you try out?’
But looking back
Music neglected my
hooping prowess
And it got the better of me
Vanable the name
But-
Moody just sent me to
Pain, or pots in sinks
This just my current reality
Makes me think.
Why educators throw
swings before
A hardened world
Lands what they
ultimately started
Way back before 1993…
And counting…and
counting