Maija

I was born ghetto poor
into a family of culture despisers
couldn't really read
until my twentieth year

Stockholm in the 60's
here everything begins
'The Stranger'
'Crime and Punishment'

she taught me how to think
enabled me to follow my own path
Wittgenstein, Frege, Kripke
the blues

what changed it all
was the understanding
that philosophical beauty must be
experienced then analysed

this debt to her caring
cannot be repaid
thanks to her
I am proud as I grow old

although I have never given up
my working class aggression
and believe me dude
I never will




Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2015-06-18 at 18:54

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Great piece.
2015-06-20



This is a remarkable revelation of the difference an education can make on an individual. How many Einsteins or Wumbulu's are we missing in the ghettos? Great poem.
2015-06-18