My last exam of the year today.
Did I study enough? Does anyone ever?
Eh. Who am I kidding. I didn’t study enough. I know what good studying is. At this point, there is nothing more I can study.
I will write down this poem by Langston Hughes that I memorised, though. For practise, and because it is absolutely heartrending, and it is also one of my favourite poems.
I might make some mistakes.
‘Not a Movie’ – Langston Hughes
Well, they rocked him with road apples
because he tried to vote
and whipped his head with clubs
and he crawled on his knees to his house
and he caught the midnight train
and he crossed that Dixie line
Now he’s livin’
on a 133rd.
He didn’t stop in Washington
and he didn’t stop in Baltimore
neither in Newark on the way.
Six knots was on his head,
But thank God, he wasn’t dead!
And there ain’t no Klu Klux,
on a 133rd.
I probably made some mistakes. But oh how sad this all is. Hopeful, of course, but so sad that it had to happen.
‘and there ain’t no Klu Klux on a 133rd’.
I could cry.
Out of nerves, out of sadness, who knows.
Ocean Bream 