CLASS OF '92 ➝ MÝA. [CANCELLED]

[CHAPTER TWENTY] 1990

[SORRY FOR ANY ERRORS]

𝐁ROOKLYN, NEW YORK.
   JANUARY 2nd, 1990

"I hope you guys had a wonderful break!" Mr.Sepia yells and the whole class sighs.

It was the first day after break and a whole new year. It's 1990 and I told myself that it was going to be a whole new vibe. I didn't believe in that 'new year, new me' shit but I was turning 16 this year. Most definitely I'm gonna feel some type of difference.

"You did the break homework?" Nasir whispers to me and I look at him.

"Yeah I did. Did you?" I ask and he sits back in his seat.

"Something like that." He says, grabbing his pencil and writing his name on his fresh new piece of notebook paper.

I began to observe how he wrote his name. It was slowly done as if he wanted it to be perfect. He erased the N of his name about three times before writing his name in its entirety.

"Before break, I gave you all an assignment to write a poem about yourself. I will be collecting your paper at the end of class but I would like you all to share out your poems." Mr.Sepia says, pacing back and forth in front of the class, making eye contact with everyone.

"This sharing out will not be done in any specific order but I will be randomly calling you guys so please be prepared." He says and a few people began to kiss their teeth.

"First person I would like to share out their poem is Nasir." Mr.Sepia says and the whole class turns their attention to look at Nas. I could tell he was uneasy because he began to squirm in his seat.

He slowly began to flip back the pages of his notebook. It looked as if he was trying to find a specific page and I paid attention to how fast his hands moved.

"This poem is called 'It ain't hard to tell'.." He says, stopping at the page and sighing.

He begins to clear his throat, looking around the room before looking back down at the paper.

"This rhythmatic explosion, is what your frame of mind has chosen. I'll leave your brain stimulated, hittas is frozen." Nas begins.

"Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin.
End like Leviathan, it's deep well let me try again." He says and I was honestly impressed. I really didn't know Nas could come up with something like this.

"Wisdom be leaking out my grapefruit troop. I dominate break loops, giving mics men-e-straul cycles."

"Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle.
And groovy but smoother than moves by Villanova." He says, he stops and looks up at Mr.Sepia.

"You want me to continue? Cause I have a whole page.." Nasir says, causing the whole class to laugh.

"Continue." Mr.Sepia says and Nas looks back down at his paper.