Poetry Corner: A Different World

We are in and out of colleges like a foster home,

To obtain knowledge and use as a valid tool.

So many like myself from the ghetto stepping outta our comfort zone,

It was weird a new life education was cool.

A place I can breathe be myself my intellectual prowess was no longer alone,

No HBCU a Black man in private school.

First few weeks closet thing to family was my phone,

A Black ant floating in an Olympic size pool.

Never once would I frown and groan,

I broke the cycle never again would I be a drug mule.