Writing another soc response paper

Sometimes I think I picked the
Wrong Majors
As much as I love the social critique
seeing the big picture
learning not to be naive
I sometimes think I cannot bear
to write another critical response paper
When I was a freshman I learned that to get a
Check Plus
You gotta rip them to shreds
My claws are well-sharpened, although I certainly
miss my mark
from time to time.
They didn’t talkabout race, didn’t talkabout class
Turn up the volume on that unspoken agenda.
We need to deconstruct in order to reconstruct
So many things are just. fucked. up.
But you know what?
What I love about college is reading Audre Lorde
Who knew that Poetry is not a Luxury
I love to bask in prose.
I love to cry over Camus when Mersault screams that no one, no one has the right to
cry over Maman.
Sometimes I just want to read to read, to read to feel, to read to laugh.
Sometimes I just want to take off the filter that only lets me see
Everything
That is just. fucked. up.
And write a response paper about
Everything
That is just. damn. beautiful.