Theme for English 8

I wrote this in eighth grade and tweaked it to fit my current timeline, just with dates and such.

My teacher said,

   Go home and write

    a page tonight.

    And let that page come out of you--

    Then, it will be true.

I wonder if it's that simple?

I write a page and it becomes me?

I do not live far from my school

The school I have known for twelve years

I have grown up with these people

These faces, these places, these ideals.

I know no other way of learning

I know no other education.

Yet I feel at home with this sense of repetition, 

This sense of normalcy, 

This sense of belonging.

I may fall into cycle

But it is the only cycle I know.

I am sixteen, born in Houston, Texas.

I moved when I was two, flew to New York and lived in

A small house, an apartment, a big house, two houses.

My parents are divorced, but that is not so interesting

My father left my mother and moved on to another man

And some may think that strange

But it is who I know

What I know

What I understand.

If you were to ask me of my interests

The list would never end.

I love to walk, I love to breathe.

I love to swim in the ocean and look out into the dark.

Wondering how I can be so small

I love to create music

With words, with notes, with anything.

I love those three words people look for their entire lives.

I love you.

And I long for the day when I too may experience this joy.

I love to grow, I love to learn

I love to be humbled, and I love to excel.

I love to love, I love to contradict, I love to feel.

I love to live.

I was told to write a page of poetry

Writing about who I am

And I have done my best.

I will admit I am no Langston Hughes

No genius of language

But I have done my best.

This poem is of me

It is no fabrication

It does not fit in with others for it is

Strictly me

Solely me

Purely me.

This poem is an assignment

But it is also more.

This poem is about me.

This poem is for me.

This poem is by me.

This poem does not describe my family.

This poem does not describe my friends.

This poem describes me now, describes me later, and describes me then.

It does not paint a picture that I have not designed.

This painting is my own, my own masterpiece.

Still filling in the blanks.

This is my poem to create.

This is my theme for English 8.

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[Thisiscrae]

i can't believe you posted this but it is really good