(poemWhat power can manifest from the depths of imagination, solutions to problems infused by liquid libations. Books being flipped, pages accidently ripped, on a mind fraught with stress to bubble in “B” is nothing but a guess. But being prepared long before your pencil hits the paper, reports page by page joined by a steel stapler. Computer shut down for no apparent reason, keeping it calm in the educational system without treason. A pinch and a slap, a quick little nap and you’re refreshed to go at it again and attack and attack. Nervous smiles stretch across the face, finished and exhausted but you’ve done at your pace. The red blood from the paper cuts, the details that drive you nuts, being beautifully displayed to earn that letter grade and the hours that you’ve prayed. All semester long the parties have been denied, hearing the painful annoyance of a newborn babies cry. Maintaining health to the best capabilities, fighting off medical bills and the power utilities. Determined to finish with the right to be educated regardless of the challenges of life’s sharp daggers in which it’s decorated. s go here)