the inevitable awkward class discussion on race.

so yesterday in my political science class, we resumed discussion on 'the race question.' race is one of my favorite topics, for a variety of reasons, but i knew that i couldn't say anything today because "they" would expect me too. professor mcdaniel asked question after question about dubois, BTW, garvey, X, mlk, carmichael, leaders that i am extremely well versed in and could speak volumes of. but everytime his questions drew a pregnant pause, i saw heads turn in linden and my direction, expecting us to be the little black ambassadors on race. i played stupid and looked at the ceiling. i think linden looked at the wall. either way, we were not going to entertain these white people and be walking talking negro encyclopedias for a day, only to ignore our presence the next class period.
this discussion usually turns up once in a semester, and i'm usually more embarrassed but yesterday i was angry and i wanted to throw the souls of black folk down and walk the hell out but that's probably blasphemous. WEB is my boy, after all.

the political science 204 study brigade.

so as usual,
the psci 204 study brigade
meets in its not so secret location
the monday before a ridiculous assignment is due.

this time is a little different
the three of us are weary
ready for thanksgiving and generally
feeling like zombies.

amanda, usually chipper
is drugged up on pain killers
and reading internet media blogs.

linden, usually sarcastic and funny
is somber and focused
like he wants to legit murder this paper. and our professor.

and me, usually fairly optimistic
is ten degrees beyond frustration
and literally planning my weekend out in my mind.

people in glass rooms shouldn't be in glass rooms
when they have seven pages on the american democracy
due tomorrow.