Hey You....

I’d like to talk to you for a moment, to tell tales of a poet and a radio show. After returning home this evening, I sort. I separate. I define these feeling. analyze them for merit. So, the poem I wrote, Teachers, I presented it to them, as foretold, and humanity dwelled among every woman and every man as I said before, touching the core of the basic element of emotions within oceans of intellect and respect. You see I signed it a student, gave copies to the teachers. I didn’t want credit. Humanity was its own prize, reasons to push on, to live, to love, to understand, to learn...more than can be imagined. It belonged to us. Every student. And every teacher. But, shortly after, without my consent, the poem was read on a local radio show. Of course, they ended it as I did, from a student. It seems now what was intended for common good of all, has transformed into a selfish feeling. I think I am selfish. Finding myself thirsting for recognition, I ponder. And ponder. But I wind up here, kissing the feet of selfish feeling.