"Master Jesse," teacher calls.
"Have you learned your lessons today?"
"There is no possible way," I say.
"For I am surrounded by walls.
A walk perhaps may clear my mind."
And off we go down to the town,
To have a look around.
"In your studies you are behind.
We must pick up the pace."
He says, but I don't care,
For I'm studying the stores' wares.
He stops and studies my face.
"Did you hear anything I said?
I'm being paid to teach you"
He bellows, his face turning blue.
"And you stand there like you're dead!"
I turn and stare at the man,
Glaring at the crowd gathered 'round
And amazed at the courage I've found,
I lift my fist to punch, until it's stopped by a hand.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you,"
Father says. "I trust you can explain?"
His patience beginning to wane.
"What else could I do?"
I cry. "I had no other choice."
"You are an educated boy,"
Father says. "A fist is no toy,
I'd much rather you use your voice."