She’s over the
hill in age
She’s very dirty
and broken down.
She needs a lot
replacements and
Surgeries.
Though it seems like
No one will help
her pay for these
Replacements.
She’s in
Desperate need
of these surgeries.
People aren’t
sure if she will make
It without them,
but with no
Financial
support, she’s doomed.
She was rated
academically excellent.
She’s helping so
many students be
Educated. She’s
bringing a community
Together. Yet no
one will help
Her continue
what she is doing.
They are willing
to watch her fail.
No one will vote
for her.
No one will
support her.
But I will.
She is surround
by cornfields,
Stuck in a dead
end town with
Generations of
families.
She comes from a
places where
Having a known
“last name” is
The only thing
that matters.
For some reason
I find myself
Spending all my
time with her.
Always helping
her out, doing
As many things
as I can for her.
Though she never
gives me anything
In return.
Or at least the
things I want.
I cheer for her.
I raise money
for her.
I support her.
I dress her with
her favorite colors,
I guess in a way
she has taught me
A few different
things.
Pride.
The pathway of
blood through the heart.
Friendship.
How to find the
square root of X.
Time management.
How to solve
Kinematics problems.
But now she’s
not in my life anymore.
The more I
reflect on the past
4 years I spent
with her, I find
myself missing
her. I feel bad
because before I
left her, all I did
was wish to be
away from her. I wanted
to be out of our
friendship. I didn’t want to
spend everyday
with her anymore.
But now…
I wish I was
back.
One more day
with her.
I never thought
I would want another day.
But I do.
I decided to personify my high school. My 4 years at Marlington High school was very important to me. I was very involved and was always giving back to my school. I wanted to talk about how no one will vote about for the levy to pass. My creative process really just consist of me writing what I think and switching out adjectives. I just try to tell a story and its something I enjoy.
Hannah,
ReplyDeleteI read your work before I read the reasoning behind it. I have to say if you didn’t tell me you were writing about your high school I could have thought anything. I think anyone that has been through a tough situation with something or someone can relate to this poem. As I was reading it, I was thinking about my mom breast cancer, and it going away. Other people who read this might think of things that remind them of your experience. I really enjoyed your work and the use of contrasting things that she taught you to what you took from it. Great job!
Hannah,
ReplyDeleteMy favorite part about your poem is the style. If I had not have read the title or your three or four sentences describing what you wrote about I would have thought this poem was about an actual person. A person who is old and in need of some medical attention, but doesn’t have the money to pay for her medical bills and no one is willing to help her even though she has given them so much. The only person willing to help her seemed like you in return for all that she has given you. Instead this poem was about your high school and I think you did a great job at bringing your high school to life in the form of a person. You did an excellent job at mimicking Packer’s style!