Michael Adhanom

Expressing Yourself in the Wrong Way

I hate writing poems
They are meaningless to me
Anyone can write a poem about anything
They are confusing and over analyzed
Words mean little to me
Who decides what makes a poem great
I see no difference
If I put enough unnecessary lines and spaces
I will have art
Any nonsensical comparison is amazing to some
Nothing has to make sense
And in this world
Where my life is dictated by rules and processes
And where there is a standard of writing
Bout how I have to write in a certain tense in a certain way
With no fragments no run ons
No individuality nothing that one can honestly say is their own
How can someone write this junk
And publish it
And hand it out to children
And be praised by the people who wrote the book of rules against it
Why can’t I make a poem
With 10 words
But 3 pages long
Cause my teacher will tell me I’m wrong
Because I will be graded down
In a system where being unique is going to give you a bad mark
And I know
That tomorrow I’m going to have to read these atrocities
And when I’m told to write one of my own
And find my own voice
I will be given guidelines and a set of rules
For if I was to be truly myself
I guess I wouldn’t care what the teacher said
I could write about anything
I’ll probably be told I wrote this wrong too
And basically be told I’m writing my own poem wrong
From the same person who hands out these
“imaginative” and “unique” and “amazing” poems
I’ll be told, to make another one
Something less individual
That appeals to everyone and can make the world happy


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