F is Poetry
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Thou is a rose on summer’s day….
They told me there was no wrong way to interpret Shakespeare’s lines of poem
But can you believe I got an F in poetry?!
Perhaps you can.
Maybe you don’t find this to be much of a poem.
But I’m telling you, I tried REALLY HARD to understand poetry!
I went to class
I listened to the lectures and discussions
I did all my homework
I studied for the quizzes
It didn’t matter
I kept being told I was
Wrong
Wrong
Wrong
So I slammed the door on poetry
I wrote it off
Until a creative writing teacher introduced me to
Slam poetry
Poetry meant to be performed and spoken
Sometimes with humor, sadness, and joy
That was my poetry
Afterall, I love the drama of Shakespeare’s plays
I just couldn’t figure out his mourning love poems
Where was the disconnect?
It was in the performance of it all!
With a click a knew that my mind creates poetry in slam
Meant to be spoken with the rhythm the writer and speaker chooses with varying speed and intensity
THIS WAS HOW I COULD TELL ALL MY LIFE STORY!
In fragments of thought and emotion
It was poetry that made sense to me
Poetry where I could rant and rave
I pretend to be no expert.
And I don’t care if I’m slamming wrong.
Because I was told there is no wrong way to interpret,
And I will NOT give myself an F.