Why?

Why?

A Poem by The Boring One

Why do we cry?

Why do we scream?

Why do we laugh?

Why do we sing?


There is an explanation

For each and all of these

Not only in science

But also emotionally


Scientists will put reason

Logic and cold, hard fact

But poets will put in heart

Feelings and all of that


Scientists claim science is more important

Than English ever could be

But I say English is worth more

Even if it's only for me


English allows us to write

Stories, poems, and songs

These are forms of expression

They can bring all people a sense of calm


Not only the calm

They can bring anger

They can bring joy

They can bring sadness

They can bring all emotion from us!


So why do we cry?

Why do we scream?

Why do we laugh?

And why do we sing?


Because our emotions move us.

They make us react in strange ways.

These emotions are found inside us,

And can be expressed in stories, songs, and poetry.


Scientists will try to tell you

Science is more important than English

But by making this claim

This is what they say...


Fact and Reason

Are more important than

Emotion

Could ever be!

© 2018 The Boring One


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I can notice you do exist here. Your poem kind of asking why we have emotions and expressions. Why we have this kind of nature. Myself i will be not bother much with this questions , i will just enjoy all these great stuff what we got in our brains and hearts. You make nice analysis what we can do with our emotions and expression. You are good observer nice poem what can make us think about our self.

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I'm a high school junior. I don't have a very exciting life, and I live in a small town. I'm just the boring one. The one you wouldn't look twice at. The nothing. The one who sits locked away with boo.. more..

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