IMPORTANT NOTE: this poem is in the style of poem like the ones Tyehimba Jess, Pulitzer Prize winning poet, wrote in his book Olio. In order to understand how to read the poem, look up him reading one similar to it, so that it makes more sense. (Also, I tried the formatting, but it's just soooo hard to get this formatting write here. The last two lines in the poem are in brackets so you can see that "blood" is meant to be with the right column.)
Just as the night comes, // The sun will soon rise,
Upon us once more, // And we must stand alone.
All our fears are realized;
There is but one thing to do.
We wait in the darkness // We wait until sunrise
For adventures untold // Where we will stand once more.
We know what we
Must do here today.
We heard these stories // So many times in our youth
Many years ago. // We imagined ourselves here.
There were parts left out;
We knew that from the start.
Now we are here for ourselves, // But it is worse than we thought.
[We must fight our own battles.] // [Our tears taste worse than our blood.]
YOU ARE READING
Creative Writing
PoesíaThis semester, I'm in a Creative Writing course, and I figured I'd publish some of the things I've written in it thus far. Some of them have very specific formats that are going to be tricky to write on a laptop, but I'm going to do my best.
