Lately, I’ve been feeling a lot more angsty and sassy than usual, which is frightening for those of whom I come in contact with on a day-to-day basis because my personality is slathered with both angst and sass, even on a good day.
Anyway, I’m in a creative writing class at my local commuter-university (which I LOATHE, literally a third of my fellow classmates grew up with my PARENTS) and we are currently working on our poetry unit.
I am no poet. I used to be, back in grade school. I spit out a poem about some old tree I could see through the entrapping window by my desk in the third grade, and wound up winning some statewide poetry contest. And 25 bucks, which is practically making it rain for a nine-year-old.
Needless to say, I spent every penny of it at Baskin Robbins. Sigh, those pre-anorexia days were good.
As the years passed, so did my lyrical, poetic writing abilities, as you can gather just by reading a post or two of this lovely blog of mine. My writing style is a direct reflection of my ever-increasing sarcasm and blunt ways of saying what goes on in my never-silent brain. As you can imagine, this makes it rather difficult to get in touch with my inner Poe.
But, for my grade’s sake, I was forced to give it a shot. Our prompt was, “Write a poem in the format of a letter to someone.”
I love how specific writing prompts are.
As per typical me, I put my own spin on this prompt, and decided to write a poetic letter to my alma mater, my high school. The way this creative writing class works is that each student writes his/her poem, submits it online, and the rest of us get to play critic and (both literally and figuratively) tear each others’ works to shreds.
Luckily for me, I have some pretty thick skin, and don’t really give a damn about what other people think about my work.
Here are some of the comments I received on my poem:
“I think that some lines were a bit too harsh and mean-spirited.”
“It’s unfair to say that (insert “unfair” segment of poem here)”
“Maybe you could change it to something softer and less-harsh?”
I am in a class full of sissies.
So now, I present to you the final draft of my poem, and am calling all readers of my blog to give me their honest critique.
Dear High School,
Now that I’ve had a taste
Of that real world you claimed to have prepared me for,
I hope that you’ll take a moment
Of your bell-dictated time
To accept this, a grammatically proper token of my
For without you, I may never have known
That sitting by myself at the lunch tables with a tray of reheated mystery meat
And a fixed frown is absolutely the most solitary state I will ever be in.
That if you can “get with the cool kids”
Life’s problems will pass over you, after all
The lamb’s blood of today is popularity.
That looks are everything
And the girl with the blonde hair and size-two waist will always get the guy.
That the possibility of getting marked tardy will not
Get me to set my alarm any earlier,
And that Mrs. Teacher keeps a running tally of each one
But that’s okay, because “three strikes-you’re out!” Right?
That due dates are not do-dates
And that unpleasant assignments can easily be avoided by sluffing a day or two.
That the dress code was not a tyrannical act of oppression
Because showing my shoulders will force boys to lose focus on their own work.
That if it weren’t for your forcing me to run a mile every Friday during Gym class
I would not have the active lifestyle I lead today.
For without you, I may never have known
That every test is closed-book, and we all have differing
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Why would you ever write about such soft things? Bleh.
Also, the pussies who tone-shamed you obviously don’t understand what it means to have voice in a work. They must write poems about their sadness, and love. Pfft.
Your declared Major suggests you should follow the rules it has defined for grammar.
My blog, my rules.
“People of whom?” Don’t you mean “people with whom?”
I thought your poem great. Shame on your classmates for trying to tone police you. Poetry is supposed to be filled with emotion, and I don’t see any problem with a little honesty now and again.
It is appropriate time to make some plans for the future and it’s time to be happy.
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