POETRY: Day Dream by Reggie Drake

WAKE UP MR. DRAKE
WAKE UP!!!!
Why cant you pay attention in class
Am I not interesting?
Do you feel sick??
Is there something you want to say to the class??
And I say no sir....
I just, like to Daydream
And watch the Day Dream realities
That I put in my mentality
I didnt mean to ignore you,
He interrupts and says "Focus on things that you can see"
Well, what if i dont like the world that I view inside my retinal,
Is it so wrong for me to dream
And pretend that I dont see your prejudice persistently
displayed by subtle favoritisms
Your eyes never lie
Mentally dividing us by skin tone
Our section you never enter
Religiously devoting time
To young minds deemed superior
Because superiors coddle and cuddle
Little Sally until shes happy
And, trigonometry becomes second nature
Like, 2+2
And us, we're left in the dust
Psychologically attaining attention deficit
Our attention was always at a deficit
You,
So called teachers pick out the problem child
Attributing his troubles with a lack of acumen
Fundamentally forgetting that,
Maybe little Jerome has issues at home
Maybe education is 2nd priority when the issue is abuse
But hes tossed aside like trash,
A lost cause
And you wonder why I daydream in your class...
Needless to say I was kicked out and sent home
Had to tell mom on the phone i was walking back
Dragging my feet against the sidewalk
At least I can daydream amidst the flowers,
For a couple of hours,
On this beautiful day
Thinking of playing hopscotch with the solar system
And kickball with the galaxy,
My imagination exaggerated
That,
Small field next to that parking lot smelling like freedom
The aroma *smelling noise
Suffocating my soul
With ethereal vitality
It was, kinda like alchemy
The way, mental faculties x originality
could put us kids together like an equation playin in the shade,
Neighborhood kids with smiling faces elated
Jump for joy when that spiraling object reaches eager hands ,
Lagoons fill up quickly with bodies ready to party but,
Its not what it seems
These pools of paradise are not recreational,
Even youth drown face flat when attacked by demonic personas
Disguised as sharks who,
Fail to put enough time into their costumes
A, wiseman stays ashore until he is ashored that theres no harm in those razorback fins
That slant like italics when prey wanders near
I guess thats why Im dreaming and perpetually scheming
The system tryna trap us like birds in cages
waiting for that one slip so we fall and break backs
Unable to rise from the bottom of economics
Thats why these gray skies turn blue,
Murdereres become benevolent,
And deception changes form forming some unattainable concept
Like, World Peace
When I daydream
But, back to reality
I open my house door and ignore
The tossed and turned furniture ,
The, "I fucking hate you's" exploding out the bedroom across the hall,
Angry feet stomp out and wet sobs soak the kitchen floor
Loneliness invades the abode
As I flee to comfort zones blocking out despair
It gets worse,
Pleas of "Please dont take him" takes me back,
And figures emerge from the back of the house
Saying, "Son, we would like to take you in and give you a better home than this"
I say, "NOOO, all ill ever need is these daydreams to ease my mind
When life gives me more than I can take
And my, frail flesh cant bear to handle the weight
These daises and sunflowers comfort me in my darkest hours
So please just leave
So I can sleep
And get back to my daydreams