#profess
You profess to know me.
You profess to love me, too.
But you've never put in the time for either,
So I profess that neither's true.
Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 6:10 PM UTC
I'm a professor who professes to teach beyond the textbook lessons. To approach the very essence of the creative self-expression,
Known as man and known as woman. Call you to a higher ed concessions, to appoint the very purpose of this presupposed oppression,
Of your eyes, and of your mind, I wish you to the other side, of the unguided and unknowing creative self which lies inside.
Cause what is life without perspective, and what are trials if you do not try, and strive beyond your own horizons, and slide down the back of the other side?
Will there be shadows on the road, yes, will you trip and stumble, a couple of times, but never let yourself be doubtful of the potential you hold inside,
To create the future, sculpt the present, and tread the clay where it resides. Because in class is where I see you, but in this life you use your eyes,
To see the self-inside of others, to recreate what's on your mind. To be the difference and the vision, you have the tools to go and try,
And share your view of the horizon, survive the frustration in stride. Become creative in your endeavors, and you’ll bring joy to me and my eyes.
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC