Poem for English 9

A Poem by Anna Blackburn

This was an assignment for last year. We had to follow the structure of "Theme for English B" by Langston Hughes.

To my Teacher's Request:

Follow the structure even though it isn't you.

Just let that poem humor me--

however boring it may be.

Not even music is that simple.
This year is my Golden Birthday
but I'm not noble per se.
I go to school in Pateros;
I'm a freshman, please don't embarrass.

I go down Eveline Street Hill on my way home,

around the town I'm free to roam.
"Theme for English B" yacks on and on.

The assignment is for English so why do you run-on 'til dawn?

It's not easy to create this knob,
switch off my creativity; turn my brain into a blob.

I feel and see and hear; teacher, I quote you:

Humor me humor you, through and through,

I'm going to Europe! Is that humor too?
I like to read and write, write and read;
I like to picture love as a magical plead.
My kindle fire ignited at Christmas,
I added on Amazon, books to my wishlist.
I suppose being creative doesn't make me right,
but closing myself gives me a fright.

Being me, how would you know?
Being me it can never be so.
If poems have a beat,
then why do I have still feet?
It's a part of me now forever I bow
to the poem on this page
filled with pleasant rage.
The uniqueness will sprout,
with that I have no doubt.
I guess the lesson for me,
is to always be free.

There, I followed the structure.