Womengirls in the Back of the Room
Womengirls talk hard and play rough
in the back of the room.
No obedience, no boundaries.
Just a little respect baby.
Dark eyes flash knowledge
saved for a world beyond this door.
Single ladies, So special, Valentino fills the air
muffled words, secret smiles then flipped closed.
Put away along with attention, interest
curiosity, engagement in the back of the room.
Womengirls spit punk defiance
to a teacher’s wisdom
to every truth a book holds
but a reason for living.
In their mind, teachers who listen
before thoughts become words or
push their knowledge can learn from
those in back of the room.
Babygirl’s heroes walk beside them around
street corners, on steps conducting business
side stepping pagers while offered cash
money—no strings just be ready when…
five o’s roll, bang on doors, cuff their heroes who score.--
Sometimes innocence slips through.
Sometimes learning chumps hard play.
Sometimes I glimpse a question.
Sometimes I feel hope.
Sometimes I walk away from
Womengirls in the back of the room.
Barbara Toomer Davis