BMU

I saw a friend of yours the other day,

And they asked what you were up to

I smiled politely and said you were away attending BMU.

I told him the university was in a small town,

So different from the big city.

No crime, not gritty.

And you had plenty of time to expand your mind.

To contemplate the things you’d done.

To ponder questions as old as the moon and the sun.

When he asked what you’d majored in

I told him that’s where the story begins.

First you’d majored in marketing, then sales,

Hoping the current trends would prevail.

But then found the competition was rough,

And after a long battle you’d had enough.

You’d even taken a few semesters off

And we supported you in that decision.

Some time passed and you returned to finish your education.

Now criminal justice is your pursuit as the result of a revelation.

He said when you returned to the neighborhood to give him a call

But I informed him you would not be back before the fall.

I hope that once your courses are through,

May you never return to Black Man U.

Rhonda Laurel

Irvington, NJ

coffeebeanp@aol.com