Saved By The Bells

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a poem based in a classroom setting while a teacher talks to a group of students about literature, history, African-Americans, and the civil rights era all woven and connected together by referencing the 1990's NBC sitcom "Saved By The Bell" throughout the entire piece.

"Saved By The Bells"

Land of the free there's no time to backtrack

Just pray that you're saved by the bell like Zack

Yes I'm hot! Turn on the AC Slater

I'm just repaying society 400 years of labor

Please do me a favor, call up the mayor

And ask him what's a GOP cause politics I hate her

I hate her, she stands on the corner with ass

And takes the clients paycheck to do her pimp a favor

But I ain't worried about her, I got my own hurdles

Lisa, meet me underground with the teenage ninja turtles

Native Son, Bigger killed and so he had to kill Bessie

Her color opposite of Kelly & Jessie

What I teach is the truth

Simple plain fact

They formulate and meet

Bayside's at the Max

Shut up Screech!

Now let me teach!

I'm trying to sink my weight call it sand on the beach

Practice what you preach

Words of the pastor

Social words of wisdom I guess I need my Masters

So you want your Masters?

Yeah I want my Masters

And tell the 1800's, Masters Masters!

No I'm not flinching

You get what I'm hinting?

Tell Jim Crow that I'm tired of his lynching

For now take heed with the words that I'm welding

Dismissed, class is over! I'm Principal Belding!

Submitted: July 24, 2012

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