Something Different
Impossible to stop
Impossible to leave
Impossible to hurt
But possible to grieve
Impossible to keep
Slips through like a glove
Impossible to soar
But possible to love
Impossible to be
Impossible to save
Impossible to keep
You from going to the grave
My heart beats like a drum
I don't want to let you go
Please stay here with me
Or the tears will start to flow
To Be Something Different
Sweet, sweet Beneatha
Little would you know your future would be
Taken from your outstretched hands
You, who wanted to be something different
Than the norm for your time
To step out of line
To be something more
You, who wants to embrace your culture
Who wants to go home, to your country
To be a Nigerian woman
Who wants to enact the part of her ethnicity
We see your struggle to become something more
And we sympathize with you!
Your future, taken by the theft of money
Stolen from your grasp, you are left with nothing
But the family who loves you
And an offering for marriage
Will you take Asagai's hand?
Will you leave everything behind to go to Nigeria
Your home, create a new life?
To be something more than the expected
To go out of your way to BE somebody
That's your wish, to accomplish something
Worth putting time, money, into to become that desire
To become that doctor to help everyone sick
To BE someone who can make a difference
To not fly just under the radar,
but to excel beyond the horizon!
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To Be Something More is a poem I wrote for my American Literature class this week for a grade. Currently awaiting the result! Wish me luck, I suppose. Anyway, this poem is in relation to the play A Raisin in the Sun for Beneatha faces the challenges of having a great deal of money stolen, therefore taking her opportunity to go to college to become a doctor and crushing that dream. She, and the Younger family, has to deal with a time of poverty and strong discrimination against their African American background.
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PoetryJust a collection of some poems that I've written. But a caution goes out to any readers interested: some of these may be happy, some may be sad; some may be morbid, and some will freak you out to the point where you wonder if I'm ok, or sane. But I...
