ENGL 210: Introduction to Creative Writing

Attentive Resistance Fall 2019

Fourth Poem (due Friday 09/27 by end of day 11:59pm)

For the fourth poetry assignment (due Friday 09/27 by end of day 11:59pm), you’ll be writing an “I do this, I do that” poem. The challenge is to find the aesthetic in the mundane. Let your ear (and eye) guide you through your world. It’s almost like a diary entry, but more purposeful. We learn a lot about the speaker through this kind of poem, but not because they tell us what they’re thinking. On the contrary, we see the speaker through what they’re doing and how they’re observing the world around them. Search for interesting elements, names, sounds, sights and bits of speech that will make your poem feel both true to your life but also engaging to your reader. Random yet specific moments of your daily life are your inspiration. Your poem should be at least fifteen lines. Re-reading the poems we read for Monday’s class as well as the O’Hara poems we read last week might help get the balling rolling. Also, here’s another O’Hara poem as an example.

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36 thoughts on “Fourth Poem (due Friday 09/27 by end of day 11:59pm)

  1. I go to the train station at 6:46AM and pretend not to hear the man playing his loud tunes
    I take the 7:15AM bus and, if everything goes well, am on campus by 7:35AM,
    Just in time for my 7:45AM class—
    I take out pens and paper and a thermos of tea, still so hot and so sweet
    I answer my mother’s call in the middle of class and pack my things away
    I take the first bus I see even though it is not the right one and then a train or two or three
    OCTOBER 16 says the calendar and I mark out the days
    I buy plane tickets and bus tickets because there is no one to pick us up from the airport in another country, because they are busy, because there are things to do, because Aunt Jola is dead.
    The house is much too big and much too empty and I bring my mother’s luggage up and into her childhood bedroom
    I sleep in the living room on the couch because there is nowhere to put me and it is so cold
    We go to the Church and listen to men talk of her VIRTUE, of her children, of her husband left behind
    How it was CANCER and how all the people had prayed to GOD ALMIGHTY
    How it was HIS will that her OVARIES multiply and multiply uncontrollably
    How it SPREAD up, into her intestines, into her stomach, into her lungs
    How GOOD she had been—how DUTIFUL
    I pray and pray until there was no more prayer to offer up and the wellspring of my mouth had frozen against my tongue
    I listen to other people’s words:
    Grandmother cries, for no one would help her make paczki anymore
    Grandfather grows grey, for there was no one to bring him joy
    Uncle Zbyszek sells his house and moves in with his mother and father
    Uncle Maruisz joins a cult, of course,
    Mother throws things, mostly, and weeps, great rivulets of tears, that
    Shake her entire frame, like something inside of her wants to come out
    And she says that SHE had changed Aunt Jola’s diapers, that she had
    Held her when she was so SMALL, that she had seen her baby sister
    Cold and grey and in the ground
    That she was cheated of some great something, that Aunt Jola had once
    Promised to change Mother’s diapers, too, when she grew so old.
    I don’t listen to the children
    Because they say that fish and children do not have voices
    And they say that I am a child too, so
    I am quiet and tell no one about the photo
    I found in the closet, dated 1986, where Jola and Mother
    Smiled inside of a DISCOTECHA, hair big and glasses clunky
    Aunt Jola has the same face, same smile as me
    I don’t say anything when Mother starts to call me by her name.

  2. The Bluest Eye
    The Saddest “I”
    Seasons pass and seasons go
    But “I”
    still,
    wander in the same place
    But “I”
    still,
    can’t forget
    How blue is me?
    No answer.
    “I”, the loneliest of the lonely,
    the saddest of the sad,
    look for hope
    in the depth of those icy blue eyes.
    “I” will forget.
    Forget and succeed.
    In this long stretched valley,
    “I” will hunt for my own destiny,
    my very own creation.

    1. Poet Jiang uses color, blue, in a way that makes the reader think of both sadness and emotionless in a person. Using “in the depth of those icy blue eyes” makes the reader, on the surface, immediately think of sadness and lack of hope (15). However, the line also makes the reader feel emotionless because “depth” and “icy blue eyes” can feel like a never-ending ocean or ice water. The color blue is often used in regard to something sad or depressing but the poet adds emotionless to the symbolic use of the color blue.

    2. I go to work, five minutes late as per usual.
      It seems no matter how hard I try to be on time I always seem to get caught with something.
      “Hi, can I get some help,” yes you can, I wish to respond, but all I say is,
      “Yes, how can I help you,” and he looks at me
      blue eyes
      blond hair
      “Oh, you speak English,”
      And I say “yes, yes I do.” And he looks surprised and I simply ignore as I feel his eyes on me, peeking at me.
      TSK
      He scoffs.
      “What are you doing working here then?”
      And I look at him.
      And I look at my uncomfortable co-worker,
      despite the fact that she doesn’t know English.
      TSK
      Anyone knows what TSK means.
      I ignore.
      I ignore.
      I ignore or I lose my job.
      I ignore.
      “Just keep your mouth shut,” my boss said.
      “This job is for illegals,” and I can’t keep my mouth shut as I open my mouth and reply, “How dare you,” and I feel my face redden and curses, I wish I didn’t turn red every time I get angry but I’m just so angry and I don’t remember what I said but the man asked for a manager, as per usual, and I told him he’s at the front
      and that he can make all the complaints he wants.
      “This job is for illegals,” he says again.
      And I realize it was all in my head. And I look at my uncomfortable co-worker, give her a sad smile and
      I ignore.
      I ignore.
      I ignore or I lose my job.
      I ignore or I lose my job.

      1. Poet Jocelyn uses dialogue and repitition to place the reader in the speaker’s point of view. The use of dialogue between the speaker and the customer raises feelings of irritation. It almost makes you want to reach out to the speaker and offer them a hand. The repitition of “I ignore” offers a close look into the speaker’s mind. This feels like a constant self-reminder that the speaker must follow if they want to keep their job.

      2. Jocelyn uses the repetition of the words “I ignore or I lose my job” throughout the poem to build tension. This effectively highlights the frustration and anger of the narrator. In addition, it helps the reader connect to that feeling of helplessness the narrator is illustrating. This feeling of helplessness is specifically emphasized when she writes “Just keep your mouth shut. my boss says,” this line shows the lack of support from her boss which ultimately results in the words “Ignore or lose your job.” This also illustrates the common norm of any job, the customer is always right, a prominent policy that is unfair to abide to in situations like the one in the poem.

      3. This poem uses dialogue and repetition to address how irritable it is for the narrator to come across rude customers. The usage of repetition “I ignore or I lose my job,” shows that the narrator is overwhelmed and aggravated that they have to settle themselves down with this mantra. It also shows that the job is important to the narrator because he/she’s resisting a lot of temptation to hold onto it.

  3. It is time, a Wednesday in New York. I gently opened the door of my house and QUIETLY
    closed it once I got out, locking the outside.
    I walk looking at the sky as DUSK sets in, relieving COLD wind embraces me
    I made my way to the train station, I check my wrist watch-
    8:10AM and just as quickly shifted my gaze to my TARGET.
    I cross the LONELY ROAD as metal became immobile around me,
    I make it to the other side and submerge myself into the HOT, DIMMED LIT SUBWAY,
    I close my eyes and open them. I walk all the way to the opposite side of the walkway
    and wait as I look at one flashing light, it turns on and off as I stare.
    I LOOK at the train rails, I see dust, I see a rat and I see thick layering darkness hiding its contents.
    I close my eyes trying to ignore the man in the wooden chair screaming to
    the non existent UNDERGROUND HEAVENS.
    I close my eyes leaned against a wall, close my eyes and waited.
    I open my eyes and turned left, I believed I heard the sound of METAL ROARING
    from a distance. But all I saw was darkness, I returned to my spot yet while doing so my eyes caught
    the TIME displayed on a glowing panel.
    8:25AM it reads. I take out my phone and CHECKED my schedule,
    I have an hour and a half to reach my class-
    I breathed in and QUICKLY breathed out, I sat on the ground and used my phone, I kept using it,
    looking at the lights that craved my ATTENTION.
    I had my right hand firmly stabilizing my head preventing it from falling,
    then I witness to the left of me a collection of people, they were all standing around.
    Some frustrated, some calm, some tired but all WAITED.
    I waited, I waited and I waited and I waited some more, I checked my phone
    8:50AM and my eyebrows drew closer together as I gaze upon it.
    I stood up and looked at the horizon waiting for its arrival, yet it NEVER came.
    I checked my phone EVERY 2 MINUTES, as I looked back at the horizon.
    Useless, I QUIETLY cursed at the dark horizon. I tighten my grip on my phone.
    I turned around and very slowly walked back.
    9:10AM I had my arms crossed, I haven’t EVEN reached the halfway point of my journey,
    I tapped the floor with my left leg constantly as I waited.
    I cursed under my breath. USELESS. I WALKED AWAY until-
    The banging of metal on the rails could be heard from the distance
    and I lifted up my head unexpectedly and slightly opened my mouth.
    I ROTATED MY BODY TO FACE MY BACKSIDE- Yet I stopped.
    I closed my mouth and undo my movement as I walked back TO THE SURFACE.
    I saw the cold blue light shine upon the stairs leading back TO THE SURFACE.
    I sighed and prepared for my long walk. At least I know I will make it to my class…Eventually.

    1. Poet Vasquez uses capitalization in order to emphasize the tension that the speaker begins to draw out as their journey to school continues. The poem goes from the speaker leaving home to waiting for the train then returning back to the surface with a different tone. The last two lines in particular stand out “I saw the blue light shine upon the stairs leading back TO THE SURFACE. I sighed and prepared for my long walk…” (37-38) Its as if everything was built up and in the end just let go just like the hope of being able to get onto the train.

  4. I wake up to the sound of my mom screaming at 6:55 AM
    “You’re late,” I’m not. I really, genuinely am not.
    I put on the same face I always do, maybe today with a little blush.
    I get to campus at 7:30 AM, always more than an hour early.
    I really am never late.
    I do some homework, I drink my coffee.
    I love my coffee to extent cliche posters talk about.
    Life truly does begin after coffee.
    I go to class at 9:00AM and my mind isn’t there.
    It’s weird how I can do that.
    I can focus on things on my own,
    But put me in a room where I have to do it
    And I won’t do it.
    Usually I would shoot you a text telling you good morning,
    But your phone broke.
    So I wait until class ends and just listen to music
    Until my next class at 1:40PM.

    1. Poet Kohan uses second person as a way to make the audience feel involved in the poem. The use of second person “You” is sudden, pulling the audience’s attention. “You” is only mentioned for two lines, leaving the readers to wonder who the narrator is addressing, and what relationship they have.

  5. It’s 6:30 a.m. in New York on a Tuesday
    and my alarm starts beeping
    but I turn it off because I know I have another alarm set for 6:45

    So at 6:45 I hear the beeps again
    I sit up in bed
    I can barely open my eyes
    But I get up and turn the lights on
    turn my fan off because I’m shivering
    and scrub my teeth
    which takes way too much time because the electric toothbrush never wants to work

    I straighten (or fry) my hair and by 7:05 I’m getting dressed
    I’m moving like I just rose from the dead
    By 7:10 I’m rinsing suds off my face
    Grabbing my books
    Packing my tap shoes
    Poking my earrings through my earlobes
    Printing my homework
    And by 7:20 I’m out the door
    And I wait for the bus

    And I wait
    and wait
    and wait
    Squinting into the rising sun
    to look for the little speck of orange driving up the street
    And FINALLY it comes
    And I’m on my way

  6. Ashley Anderson
    English 270W
    Professor Cornetta
    9/26/19

    Answers

    I wake up and wonder
    Why?
    I go to school and wonder
    Who?
    I take the bus home and wonder
    When?
    I get home and wonder
    What?
    I get in the car and drive and wonder
    Where?
    I drop into bed and wonder
    How?

    I wake up in a tin tuna can and wonder
    Where?
    I go to the park and wonder
    How?
    I walk around aimlessly and wonder
    Why?
    I sit around with friends and wonder
    Who?
    I stare at the ground and wonder
    When?
    I play a card game and wonder
    What?
    I crawl into bed and think up more questions.

    1. Anderson uses punctuation to create tension in the poem. The questions paint images in the reader’s head and make allows the reader to make personal connections as well.

    2. Ashley poem have really interesting vibe. This poem feels almost like robotic. Being in the cycle of question every single move and action. The speaker questions it own existence. It like something is controling the body.

  7. I overslept…
    A great way to start the day

    I rush through the busy street attempting to catch the bus
    The bus rumbles to a halt
    The traffic light refusing to let me run
    I watch the red shift to green
    But even then I was a second too late
    I watch the bus drive off, my hopes went with it too
    I look for the next one, a blaring 17 minutes answers me back
    The time? 8:30 a.m.
    I’m running late
    I stand there patiently,
    Wishing I had a firebolt
    Wishing floo powder grew on trees
    Wishing my metrocard was a portkey
    Wishing at least a shooting star would woosh out of the sky
    My headphones buzz calling for my attention
    People rush and push to get by
    The jitteriness from the caffeine kicking in
    Why does the snooze button exist?
    I ask to the reflection on the window,
    The all nighter from the day before resurfaces
    Mocking my tired demeanor
    In bold letters I TOLD YOU SO
    And the anxiety increases
    Will I ever get there in time?

    1. Poet Espinosa uses repetition as a way to help the reader think of both frustration and anger from the perspective of the narrator. The repetition of the sentences beginning with wishing such as “Wishing my metrocard was a portkey/ Wishing at least a shooting star would woosh out of the sky”(15-16) help the reader understand her frustration through the repetition of these exaggerated imaginary request she is begging for. Along with that the repetition gets a new meaning once line 24-25 appears “Mocking my tired demeanor /In bold letters I TOLD YOU SO”, this makes it seem like the current predicament of the narrator is due to their own fault and makes the repetition of wishing look like that of a childish tantrum(conveying the emotion of anger through it). The repetition of time also adds up to the frustration since everytime time is brought up or something similar to it is mentioned, the narrator becomes more desperate/frustrated since at the end she wasn’t able to reach the bus. Repetition is something that is commonly associated with anger or desperation as typically when people give into despair they go on a tantrum of repeating the same words over and over(sometimes) , overall I think the subtle used of it through repetition was a nice touch in order to help the reader understand the emotions that the narrator is filling at any given moment during the continuation of the poem.

  8. I wake up to the same alarm clock five days a week,
    5:20am to the sound of the radar ringtone.
    Fox 5 news is my morning channel as I shower, fix my bed, and get dressed.
    Without any current events, I feel lost in the world.
    My main concern is how the weather will be for today?, jeans or shorts?, shirts or sweaters?
    I take my time getting ready so my body will feel good by the time I am ready to leave my house.
    My body controls how my day is going to be.
    I check my bus app to see when the bus comes, when it hits less than 5minutes away I start to leave my house,
    I never learn…..,
    5 minutes never means 5 minutes.
    I been fooled quite a few times,
    I can sense the bus mocking me as it passes by, “there’s always tomorrow!”.
    But it has its perks for missing the first bus, I wont have to deal with the rowdy kids heading to school or impatient adults late for work,
    My music plays to distract my slight anxiety for being late,
    Sometimes just having headphones in my ears with no music calms me, blocking reality for a second.
    I walk to the next bus stop to get a seat on the bench,
    I am not standing for almost 20 minutes until the next bus shows.
    As I sit, I go back to watching the news or Seinfeld, even the King of Queens.
    I ride two busses for a combined total of almost 2 hours, I refuse to stand,
    So if I get can a seat that’s a positive step in my morning.
    I also get to do my reading assignments with out rushing,
    An extra step prepare class is something I enjoy, even if it means I’m behind schedule by 5.

    1. The poet Brandon uses repetition of the number five in order to develop important moments during his daily routine. For instance when he wakes up everyday at 5am or when listen to the Fox 5 news that keep him caught up with his surroundings. Also his unfortunate timing of the bus which was 5 minutes leads him to miss out on his bus on his way to school. The number five seems to allow him to keep forward and also holds him back from accomplishing his daily task.

  9. Jonathan Rios
    English 210
    I run to the train station and ENTER the train
    I sit down and wait until I reach my DESTINATION
    one station after and I hear the operator announce “Train DELAYED, sorry for the inconvenience”
    I LAUGH at the familiar notification of the slow service
    I stare at other people as they SIGH with desperation
    Then I whisper WE really pay $2.75 for this ?
    I take a DEEP breath
    Then I start SWEATING with stains on my shirt
    I hear AGAIN “Train will move momentarily”
    I SUDDENLY SMILE after hearing this
    I check the TIME on my phone
    Then I dash out of the train after I REACH my station
    I FEEL my heart beat fast
    I WATCH thousands of people move LEFT and RIGHT
    I take ENDLESS steps to reach my final Destination.

    1. Poet Rios uses sensory imagery to emphasize the mundane, frustrating cycle that it riding the train. With phrases like “I run,” “I hear,” “I laugh,” and “they sigh,” it is like the reader is on the train physically with Rios, as he sets a very vivid scene that can be understood with all of the senses. Through this technique, the reader can understand that this is a daily routine for Rios, as he laughs at the familiar notification of slow service and the people around him sigh. The reader will realize that everyone on the train, including Rios, is used to this.

  10. I feel as if there may be better days
    I hopelessly wait for that time to come
    I swallow these pills in hopes to be done
    I act as the if my past had never revealed its colors
    The grays, the blacks
    The emptiness, the fear
    How I pretend these sinful tones
    Never truly shaped the way
    I woefully gaze into
    my future
    I would rather waste away
    Then take one more
    I heard them say it would end the torture
    I believed them too
    But does a man who refuses to see the sun rise,
    Who refuses to see the beauty in its vibrance
    Really live without pain?
    Or does he live within himself awaiting his demise
    I wonder if we know where we are headed
    And what is waiting for us when we arrive
    Or
    Who

  11. Hey there…. it’s currently 6:15 A.M .
    The temperature outside it’s 70 degrees fahrenheit
    The maximum temperature 77 degrees fahrenheit
    and the minimum temperature 64 degrees fahrenheit.
    It looks like it’s going to be a sunny day
    Here’s the news provided by Google-
    Hey google set the snooze for 10 min
    Ohhh I hate mornings
    Feeling like a zombie
    Being in my own zone.
    Here is Fifi scratching on the door
    The door open
    Leash hanging from her mouth.
    Ready for morning walk
    Get-up from the bed.
    Walk to the kitchen.
    Coffee is the first thing in my mind.
    Turn on the espresso machine.
    Grinding coffee beans
    The aroma filling the space with a smell fresh grind coffee
    Steaming the milk. The milk is exposed to high pressure stem .
    Creating the most beautiful foam that is delicate as a cloud.
    Finale where the expresso met the milk. The musical orchestra that plays the highest note.
    But then Fifi getting impatient to use the potty
    Putting on the first footwear that I find, grabbing the cappuccino
    and out we go.
    Still wearing my nightgown.
    My hair-do look like I touch the outlet
    I don.t give fuck it’s morning and I hate morning .
    One block to the right.
    Business one is gone
    Fifi barking all the way so the entire neighborhood knows that we are out.
    One block up business two is gone.
    One block left finishing my cappuccino..
    One block down the kid teasing Fifi.
    How I wish to let Fifi go so she could bite this kid ass.
    But as a responsible dog owner
    I pick her up and calm her down .
    One turn left we are back.
    Ten minute shower ,ten minute makeup and five minute get dressed.
    The caffeine start absorbed through my body. I start to feel awake.
    Almost ready to get out.
    When Fifi tapped her bowl as a sign that she wants some food. Give her food.
    Out the door.

  12. I walk off campus.
    Dream Baby Dream on the bus.
    I try not to think about work.
    The light turns red, and so I walk.
    No work today.
    Say hello to my parents, and tell them about my day.
    Family is love,
    But friendship is an adventure.
    Cherry lips and leopard print.
    I smell smoke, maybe it’s my own.
    The lights are so bright,
    and wild youth surrounds me.
    I feel at home.
    skirts, boots, bags, jeans, keys
    and other simple joys.
    The band’s already on.
    The lights are low,
    and long hair is everywhere.
    Dreams turn into reality,
    but the pavement is cracked.
    I remind myself that life is gentle.
    The night is over, so I’ll say my goodbyes.
    The train rumbles through,
    Yawns cloud my mind.
    My friends hold the key.
    Life feels right.

    1. Mary-Kate’s poem contains a few points in which the reader might have an experience. As I read this I felt like I was in a different place than when it started. The writing switches scenes and all of a sudden, using imagery, the reader can tell that something else is happening, as stated, “Cherry lips and leopard print. I smell smoke maybe it’s my own”(9-10). The speaker does this a few times in the poem by naming certain things that are seemingly important them, which places emphasis for the reader too. This speaker is out at a concert enjoying life and taking in pleasure from the small details that they may encounter around them. This engages the reader because they feel like they are being taken through the speaker’s journey as well.

  13. On days you have off,
    Even though you don’t need to,
    You find yourself awake at 8:30 am
    Its cold, and you feel your cat shift at your side.

    You hear them talking,
    Laughing,
    Your mom gets ready.
    Your brother is drinking coffee.

    Every single morning, you wake like this.
    It’s 8:33 when you decide you rather go back to sleep
    Then face them.
    You don’t have class today.
    You rather avoid them.

    You manage to sleep in your dark room for another half hour.
    It’s a little past 9
    Your family member wakes you,
    You can hear them pacing
    As they to someone on the phone.

    You wish they weren’t home today.

    You still try to go back to sleep,
    Avoiding the beginning of your day,
    Thinking about the work ahead of you.
    But they’re loud.

    You hear the creaking of the floorboards as they pace.
    Paces
    Paces.
    You can ask them to be more quiet,
    But everyone should be up by now.

    You stay in bed,
    Listening to the conversation
    Echo
    Through paper thin walls.
    In your dark room.

    It’s 9:15
    When you get up.
    You want to hide behind your door,
    So you crack it open
    To ask them to consider you in their actions

    Why are you so afraid of confrontation?
    Why do you feel guilty for asking them to be more quiet?
    Maybe it’s because you always feel judgement
    Even when it’s not there.

    “Sorry I’ll be more quiet.”
    You go back to bed
    Even your cat has gone out the door to start her day.
    Your family isn’t quiet enough.
    You turn on the ac,
    The continuous hum blocks out the noise.

    You should be awake,
    You’re practically there.
    Why do you keep fighting?
    You lay in bed thinking until
    You sleep once more.

    You don’t know what time it is
    When you wake up.
    Does it matter?

    The rest of the day, you feel like
    You are coasting

    Drifting.

    No school today,
    No work yet.
    Isolated in your now lit room
    Avoiding the fact you have things to do.

    Always have things to do.

    1. Sarah uses the pronoun “you” in her poem to make it feel more intimate to the reader, as if the reader is experiencing what she describes. The repetition of words, particularly “quiet” and three uses of “pace” one after the other make for very negative sort of feelings. The poem’s punctation is sharp and steady, with pauses to break up the lines. It lends towards the sense of anxiety that spirals from the poem.

  14. Do you see what I see,
    When it is the brink of dawn?
    And the cool dawn air hugs only me,
    because we are alone.
    The field’s fog forms,
    A bed like a cloud which I must ignore.
    Everything is still, but flowing
    At the same time.
    My morning latte gives me a kiss,
    because I made a decent heart
    with the whole milk.
    My manager’s lighter is broken,
    And this has to be the worst
    thing to happen today.
    Do you see what I see,
    When life is passing by-
    on the Q88.
    It’s a montage like from a movie scene,
    from the early 2000’s.
    Dali talks to me from my screen-
    Dream! Create!
    The Monarchs are back,
    they did this last year too.
    It’s a new beginning,
    everything is always talking
    directly to you.
    The worst thing to happen today-
    Is also the best.

  15. Beep. Beep. Beep.
    The alarm screams into my ear, louder each time
    Until I can no longer keep my eyes closed.
    I don’t want to wake up.

    But I swipe up to snooze, filling the room with silence besides
    The thunderous thumping of my heart.
    Beep. Beep. Beep.

    7:15AM, for some reason I feel like I won’t have enough time
    To wash my hair, change my clothes
    But I slide out of bed and drag myself to the bathroom anyway.
    I try to ignore the specter on the other side of the mirror.
    Beep. Beep. Beep.

    The shower helps a little, but only for a little.
    Because I think of the troubles of transportation, the dangers
    And of the work I’ll be doing for my first day.
    Why not just not go?
    I should go. I have to go.

    I sprint faster than my neighbor’s red sports car to get to the bus stop.
    I tap my foot, and tap my phone. Once, twice, three times
    I look up and over the horizon a hundred times
    It’s been 10 seconds where is the bus?
    I’m going to be late on the first day at this rate
    Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

    1. Michelle uses “I”, “my” and “I’ll” in the poem which puts the readers in first person perspective, so the readers can participate. The poem is about contemplating if she should stay home from school since there isn’t enough time to get ready for school. Showing slight anxiety of after finally getting ready for school, running to the bus stop and continuously checking for when the bus is approaching. The repetition of the words “Beep. Beep.”, are the alarm sounds that starts the slight anxiety for alerting how much time is left until school starts. The poem’s punctuation mainly uses periods, commas and a few question marks to help read and pause when it is required. It does not have any rhymes, thus giving the reader to have the poem to be read in a straight forward manner.

  16. My alarm goes off at 5:45
    I dread waking up this early
    I should get up but I could sleep for another fifteen minutes…
    The alarm goes off it’s now 6:15
    Great, now I’m running late
    I shower, brush my teeth
    And eat two waffles with jelly
    Some people drink coffee as a boost
    I rather beer…
    Don’t judge, it takes me off edge
    And lowers my anxiety
    It’s hard to believe but the hard part is pretty much over
    As long as I can listen to “Me Against the World” by 2Pac
    Nothing can really get me too low…
    Then again I’ve been wrong a hundred times
    And a hundred times I’ve listen to the same album

  17. It’s 1 in the afternoon
    You told me you’re waiting for me downstairs
    I quickly put my earrings on, picked up the picnic basket,
    Slipped my feet into my beat-up Reeboks
    And raced to meet you so you don’t have to wait too long.
    I see your white convertible.
    I skip down the stairs and open your car door,
    And I kiss you when I get in.

    We’re going to Fort Totten
    And while you drive
    I look over to you and just stare at you
    Because I can never get enough of the way you look
    My eyes look at your blue ones, which actually look green in the sunlight
    And trail down to your lips
    I want to kiss them again, but I would have to wait until the next red light.

    I think about when you drop me off at home.
    You just picked me up but I’m already dreading leaving.
    I just wish we had a place to our own
    And that we wouldn’t have to part ways until next week.

  18. Isatou’s poem:

    I hate mornings.
    Having to wake up at 6:00 a.m. every morning for either school or work us such a drag.
    Coming home from a long day,
    All I can hear is kids playing.
    “Yeah. I used to be happy too.” is what I think to myself.
    I stare at the morning sun as if its the light for my hope,
    and right at that moment i receive an amber alert about a child being kidnapped.
    Isn’t our society just beautiful? I think not!
    As I run for the train, I forgot i had coffee and spill it ALL over my white blouse.
    I feel stares from every corner of the cart, but at this point who cares?
    Sometimes I wish my life would stop moving like the clouds.
    I guess everyone having an easy is just a dream right?
    My hands instantly cover my ears as the train comes to a screeching stop.
    Now its time to run out of here before the masses trample all over me.
    I swear I can’t stand it.
    This can’t be it anymore; I gotta get outta here. NOWWW!

  19. I came, I saw.
    I stopped, I was in awe.
    I drove to steer, I avoided the deer.
    I parked my car, I lifted the bar.
    I inhaled deep, I cant wait to sleep.
    I finished quickly, I left the weights neatly.
    I can’t wait to get home, I have to call my mom on the phone.
    I tell her I’m 30 away, I cant wait to eat for the first time today.
    I heated the food, I’m in such a good mood.
    I let the water run free, It washed over me.
    I sat to write, I let my thoughts take flight.
    I realized I’m late, I was stricken ill by fate.
    I am almost done, I was having fun.
    I finished on time, I was actually late by a dime.
    I am very sorry, I didn’t write this in a hurry.

    1. Something I noticed that Waleed did is use “I” at both the beginning of the sentence and after the comma that splits each individual line. He also makes the first part of every line rhyme with the second part of the same line. In my opinion, having the rhyming sequence contained within the line makes the poem read like a rap, because the space between the rhyming is so short. A lot of the language used in the poem contributes to the quickness and sensitivity of time in the poem, such as “I finish quickly” and “I can’t wait to sleep”. At first it didn’t make sense why the poet included the last line about not writing this in a hurry, but now in the context of the poem, it makes more sense why the speaker clarified that this poem wasn’t written in a hurry.

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