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Sensei

He tells me to go with the flow,  
"Stop getting so mad"  
I turn and tell him he ain't seen all that I have  
I'm fair and I let people go on their way  
"I just don't like bullies  
Worse than liars, I say!"  
But this ain't mad  
Just buckle in pops  
He fronts  
But he likes it when I pop off  
Loves it more when I win or get the jump  
Smiles all the while he pretend he ain't pumped  
   
Sensei and me    
We like kids in a candy store  
The more we hang out  
We sweeten our core    
Giggle like gremlins when people think we together  
A black jew, old master with a young Cuban heffer  
   
Ha  
   
He laughs every time we get weird looks  
What the hell is this teen doing with this crook  
Yeah he speaks like a thug but he speaks three tongues    
Teaches us how to fight but never bothers no one  
And even though they treat him different everywhere we go  
We jam out in my truck    
Release his pigeons  
Keep our heads low  
   
We speak of  
Philosophy  
Judaism  
His strictest practice  
He sprays everything with a bottle of alcohol he travels with  
Haha  
He'll spray your back as you walk through his house  
I laughed the first time cause he expected I'd walk out  
   
It hurts me a little when he recognizes the old me  
Singing to old songs understood that shouldn't be  
I know he forgets this young face is not as such and time  
Has been unkind as it has to him  
He can read between the lines  
   
He pumps the anger out of me systematically every day  
I only get time off when it's Shabbat on Saturday  
But when we not in the dojo we're out here making money  
Going to appointments trying to make tense moments funny  
These days he trains and teaches more and more  
Every day he's limping home and waking up sore  
He comes to us and asks for advice about his sickness  
And follows what I tell him he needs to boost his businesses  
   
I bring in clients I can and warm up his seats  
Hand out cards and make my rounds collecting receipts    
He reminds me of many lost and many with whom I don't speak  
There's turmoil with him but mostly there's peace  
A father a sensei a brother a friend  
Mordecai I love you    
You've restored my faith in this world of men.
Written by jenny_is_hungry
Published
Author's Note
He knows something holding me back in the dojo. We're chilling tomorrow releasing some homing pigeons and I know tomorrows the day we talk about some sh**. I'm nervous but I know he'll understand. I just don't know how he's gonna break me and build me on this particular problem. I just know he won't let me quit once I tell him. Hell ensure I'm exposed to what I'm scared of the most till I dominate the hell out of it. I hope I don't let him down. Anyway. Wish me luck whoever's reading.
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