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Brown Seeds Spring Roots

The Ripened Fruit that is Me

By Horace SimmondsPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
Teacher, Tutor, Mentor and Friend

Earth toned brown skin, mahogany in the Hispaniola sun, then burned for the first time - at least physically, never thought possible, like a photographer the world framed it improbable that that this bronze boy would be a Brown man, all things achieved improbable but made it, Brown University, now responsible for teaching brown boys and brown girls who too often are forgotten in this ever rotten moldy brown Big Apple, a fruit that somehow consumes, that tries to incinerate psychologically while clearing a path for all other degradations, so in order to teach, I first must reach them, grow their meta cognitive by first planting seeds of amber love and affection into their mental, guiding them to the un-razed path, the presciently conscious direction for sequoia and redwood-like growth to first spring root.

inspirational

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