KIRK B FORSETH II

    It all started with the Mogul horde When they were mysteriously floored Throwing their dead right over the wall This act would be the start of it all All the way to Italy it came For history is never the same Way across Europe, it quickly spread Thousands of people would soon be dead Extending from the rat’s parasites The church leaders refused to give the Last Rites No one’s safe, not even the royals Each of them was marked with blackened boils Physicians at that time racked their brains How to put an end to all the pains Soon you will breathe your very last breath Finally succumbing to the black death Brought and dumped into an unmarked grave One more soul to be the reaper’s slave

  Eric wasn’t a stupid kid, not by a long shot. He was tying his shoes and reciting the alphabet, both in English and in Sign Language, by the time he was four. There were several times when he became bored in class, as he had already learned what was happening in kindergarten. His teacher, Mrs. Harris, was a proud black woman, and it was the late 70s. One thing she didn’t like was the smart-ass white kid who shouldn’t have been in her class to begin with. However, he couldn’t skip a grade; he had to complete the curriculum. All this came to a head on a fateful day, when she brought in albums by various black artists. She had Earth, Wind, and Fire, Stevie Wonder, and Isaac Hayes, to name a few. Then it came time to present them to the class. She showed them to the class, mostly white and Hispanic kids, who they were. None of the kids knew who they were. Then she went to Isaac Hayes and asked if they knew who he was. Right away, Eric raised his hand enthusiastically. He knew that an...

    You say love was never your token That your heart was severely broken Never liked the odds to be so plain In a world filled with oh so much pain Playing craps with the six-sided bones Looking for more carbon copy clones Don’t regret the risks that might have been Wondering if you’re living in sin Hoping to God love is in your fate ’Cause all good things come to those who wait One day, your prince will come with his ring In jubilation, your heart will sing You’ll look gorgeous in your wedding dress And you’ll never again second-guess