I am a Marimba.
I am very musical.
Each note is a key that shuts and locks out a certain part of my past.
I can channel my emotions in a way that others can understand me.
I am able to express who I truly am without words.
I travel to different places.
I see the many different and familiar faces that are around me during these times.
I bring joy to some, but chances to many.
Chances to hear the many different notes that make up my life,
and what I’ve been through and done.
They can hear the expressions of that phrase of my life through the rhythms and notes in that song.
Strength to get through the push and pull of life,
I have a strongly built structure.
It takes a lot of pushing and shoving by people to knock me over.
Words won’t bring me down.
I am a Marimba.
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Marimba
PoetryBack in my Freshman year, in English I, we were told to write a poem about an inanimate object that we can relate to. A lot of us didn't know what the heck she meant. It sounded really stupid. But we gave it shot anyway. She showed us a few examples...