The Dream Class

The teacher of this class
used to be my landlord,
a painful collision
of a time nothing went right
and a childhood place
of false opportunity.
The walls my classmates have built
are so high
I will never get over them,
a brutal lesson
I paid through the nose to learn.
If that’s the case, then
why am I here?
The same question
a police officer terrified me with
in a park not too far from here.
My presence
breaks the law.

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