You do not currently have permission to view the full text for this document. Please sign in to an account with an active subscription or contact support.
This poem by Barack Obama WAS PUBLISHED IN THE SPRING 1981 issue of Feast, a student literary journal that collected poetry and fiction from the Occidental College community where he was a student at the time.
Sitting in his seat, a seat broad and brokenIn, sprinkled with ashesPop switches channels, takes anotherShot of Seagram's, neat, and asksWhat to do with me, a green young manWho fails to consider theFlim and flam of the world, sinceThings have been easy for me;I stare hard at his face, a stare