I started to write something, kind of a letter to a student, which turned into a song, which of course is disastrous since I have zero sense of tune. So I guess it will end up being a poem. It seems like all I post here are poems, but I'm generally a much more prosaic writer. Anyway, it still needs a lot of work (this is half-baked, not raw!) but here is one stanza I like:
They told me it was all right
but I knew that they were wrong.
They said it's OK to be different
but I needed to belong.
I wanted so to make them proud;
They said they could see I was trying,
but I was wiser, I knew inside
I was failing and they were lying.
I know you don't know the context, but it's not terribly important to this part. What do you think?
They told me it was all right
but I knew that they were wrong.
They said it's OK to be different
but I needed to belong.
I wanted so to make them proud;
They said they could see I was trying,
but I was wiser, I knew inside
I was failing and they were lying.
I know you don't know the context, but it's not terribly important to this part. What do you think?
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8 comments:
wow. so you're right i don't know the context, but i still found it moving - that's one powerful stanza, keep it coming :)
Beautiful pic you've got there.
;)
and nice words.
Nice...I like where its heading..
Keep on baking...
Changed my mind, I guess some context is in order:
The end of the first part of the poem is that I realize now that they really were there for me all along, but I was trapped in my own struggle, one that I would just have to fight myself.
Then I ponder how I can reach my students who are struggling, whether they'll believe me or if they'll just have to go the whole long road alone.
Even without specific context this is true.
Everyone wants to belong and not to be different.
And they know their parents want it to, even though they’ll pretend they 'accept’ their child’s peculiarities.
Cute pic and moving poem this is a great blog good luck.
so sad, yet so true.
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