July 3, 2013
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Adolescent Poetry
Since I have nothing better to do than to stand here in my kitchen, topless, because I'm annoyed that I have to get the house ready for all the in-laws about to inundate me - I'm rebelling, if you can't tell - I will transcribe here for you, in all it's glory, and without a single edit, a poem I wrote when I was a teenager.
Enjoy.
Hey! Look up! See that?
I guess you can't see.
I forgot. You're five hundred and three!
So much older, much more mature,
I'm so young,
of that I'm sure.
My friend Barney told me, "Just imagine!"
Others say, "Be real."
Which is the right choice?
Which is the better deal?
I know I want to see,
but does seeing make me blind?
And if I go find knowledge,
would I like what I will find?
So, will I go seek fortune,
or will I seek out fame?
I've already decided that these both
will bring me shame.
What do I want to do with my life?
How shall I spend my time?
By George, I've got it!
I'll live a life of crime!
Comments (5)
Took me a minute to get past the topless in the kitchen part, but after that, I was really able to appreciate the poem. Written when you were a teenager, eh? That's pretty good. A straight forward rhyme scheme. But I can certainly hear elements of aggression, sarcasm and resolve.
@MyxlDove - I believe I was 17, a senior in high school. And everyone and their brother were asking me judgmentally what I was doing after I graduated, where I was going to college, what I was going to major in, and what career I aspired toward. And no one liked or accepted my answers. They imagined my life differently than I did.
Thus, the poem.
@PrincessPowers - Knowing the details makes it even better.
Was it just something you wrote for yourself, or was there an occasion for you to recite it publicly so that all of your naysayers could hear?
@MyxlDove - For myself. I've never shared it with anyone until now. It was written in a private journal.
You see, being the smart girl means people have very high expectations. Very high, very limited expectations. Going to anything less than an ivy league school was beneath me. Choosing not to become a Dr, when I expressed my genuine interest in the medical field, was beneath me. Do you see what I mean?
When I chose the path that was uniquely right for me, people had difficulty seeing it for what it was. To them, I was "settling" or choosing the "easy" path. Little did they know that the easy path is usually the expected one.
The more difficult path is always the road untraveled.
At the time I wrote this, I was struggling internally with the judgment people were giving me.
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