POETRY

URBAN NOISE
By Christie Jones, M.Ed., M.J.

I AM FROM THE CORNER OF CURIOSITY AND DESIRE,
WHERE I WAIT FOR THE BUS TO TAKE ME SOMEWHERE FAR AWAY FROM HERE.

I SEE FEAR, RAGE, DESTITUTION, POVERTY, VIOLENCE, AND DRUGS.
SOMEONE IS TRYING TO VANDALIZE THE BUS, BUT IT TAKES OFF TOO FAST.

I SEE YOUNG PEOPLE BOARD THE BUS, LOUD AND UNRULY.
THEY GET OFF ON THE CORNER OF CONFUSION AND HOPELESSNESS.

I AM THE PERSON TRYING TO CONVINCE THEM TO KEEP RIDING TO THE END OF THE LINE WHERE THEY CAN TRANSFER BUSSES, AND CONTINUE ON TO NEW POSSIBILITIES, BUT MY ENCOURAGEMENT IS DROWNED OUT BY URBAN NOISE.

I AM DETERMINED FOR THEM TO HEAR ME. ONE DAY THEY WILL HEAR ME. ONE DAY THEY WILL HEAR ME.

I AM AN ADVOCATE.
I AM EXPERIENCE.
I AM AN EDUCATOR.
UNTIL THE DAY I DIE.

THE BLACK EXPERIENCE WILL BE RECOGNIZED.

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