Poetry

Seems that everyone I know lately writes poetry. Devon and Arwen have theirs posted online. My roommate even takes time out each day to do some writing.

I used to write poetry, what happened? I guess I got too busy writing academically to want to write for myself anymore. Reading also took the same path. I embraced free time activites that included anything but reading and writing. A shame I think, considering I was even published in a Canadian poetry anthology in Grade 12.

So I’ve decided to go out on a limb and post some poetry I found in a drawer the other day. It’s from years ago (circa 1999), and I’m not sure how I feel about it anymore. One is very Avril Lavigne lyric-esque. The other is blatantly racist, and illustrates some of my frustrations at the time living in a very ethnically cliquey invironment – although racism wasn’t the intent as evidenced in the last verse.

So if you have anything else to say about it, other than the comments I’ve already made, have at ‘er.

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I am trapped
inside my body
in a world
that is not mine

I am yelling
I am screaming
while I slowly
lose my mind

I talk your talk
I walk your walk
and no one really
seems to mind

but I can’t do this
for much longer
I am not one
of your kind

I need to sing
I need to dance
I need a chance
to just be free

I want to smile
I want to laugh
I want a chance
to just be me

Sheep

Baa Baa Black Sheep
Scream a little louder
So we can feel your pain
And we can hear your anger

Baa Baa White Sheep
You are going under
Smothered by a nation
That was yours, but is no longer

Baa Baa Yellow Sheep
You are taking over
As you force the other sheep
Unwilling, to move over

Baa Baa Red Sheep
Why are you complaining
Spreading hypocritic ways
With your singing and your dancing

Baa Baa Brown Sheep
Make your voices heard
Talk to all the other sheep
To get what you deserve

Listen, listen all you sheep
Open up your minds
So we don’t live as separate flocks
but as one, humankind