Keyaira

"A poem begins with delight and ends in wisdom!" - Robert Frost

Oh my oh my, oh why would you dare cry? Through high and low no man is worth your tears He's nothing but the average type of guy Looking at your sorrow i can not bare
 * __Sonnet__**

He lays his hands on you every night Painting your body red and blue, he care? You dont even put up a good strong fight Stay with him girl please I wish you would dare.

Please get away from all the pain and agony No man should ever put his hands on you Just get away from him and go be free You need to think about whats good for you

Oh my, Oh my, oh would you dare stay He doesn't really love you anyway

__**An Ode to REALITY.**__ Your Such a Bitch! One minute you do something good in my life, and then you turn around and slap me in the face to bring something bad. What to do you want from me.. You tempt me into thinking that something is good for me so i do it basing off of everything YOU show me in society,and then you turn around and Pull something that so happens to make it backfire one me You're Such a Bitch! You lead me into this dreams that I have to conquer for myself not telling me all the bumps and holes that are waiting for me in my journey. Oh and You a sneaky one too! Pulling individualize out of my life when i least expect it, whether its a bad friend going wrong, relationships turning upside down, or death. If you doing it for a good reason you surely have a way of going about it. friends: Why do things have to turn so ugly before they leave. Relationships: Why does someone always have to end up getting hurt in the process. Death: Why can't we ever say goodbye first. Ugh! you make me sick sometimes. Cause some how you always find away to bring me back into your lil game called Life. Falling for it more than i should. But in away i admire you for that. I continously fall for this little game becaue iHavent learned my lesson yet. What doesnt break me only makes me stronger' and thanks to you I can say I am stronger. Thanks to your ambition to want me to fail you've only made my determination to succeed even stronger. I wish I wouldnt have to get hurt in order to learn, <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">But i guess thats reality for me Huh? <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">__**Hero**__ <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> I am your hero! Though by looking at me you prolli beg to differ because in your eyes you and I are equal, were both human beings. But see I am the one who begs to differ because believe it or not, like it or not I am your hero. I am the one of the few reasons why you are still here today, and it is sad that you are so ignorant that you can’t even open up your eyes to see it. I am the one who rose among with that flag when you sung the star spangled banner. I am that hope, determination, ambition, and faith that resigns in this country.

You’re probably wondering exactly who I am so lemme introduce myself, I am a sergeant, I am a cadet, I am the infortry I am all the above who are not appreciated. And I go at war everyday just to make sure people like you have a pot to piss in and do I even get a thank you? Do I even get a sense of gratitude? I guess I have to shed blood out of my veins in order to even get a sense of sorrow, or let you guys row you boat gently down my stream of anxiety to just get a little recognitions. I risk my life everyday making sure you have a life to live! I leave the house that I am living in resign into a new residence, which is in the dirt or tent just to make sure the home that you stay in is content! Oh but I’m not hero! I’m no one that anyone should ever look up to! So lets give around of applause to all the basketball players, rappers, and singers even though we are the ones who sweat bullets looking over our shoulders making sure no one would dare come to harm you. Float over the seas of endless bodies; tread over the puddles of blood that was once shed by our close friends in front of our eyes, go at war during the tears that fall from the sky form our lost brothers and sisters that stood up just to lie down for you! Commit suicide when we get home because we’re to mind fucked to control the rhythm of our hearts. Ringing sounds of guns shots and the cries from our soldiers is the only lullaby that can rock us to sleep at night. We rock and shake our bodies not because we’re crazy but because we’re just trying to keep up with the beat of the tune, because for years or months that was the only song we could listen to. We’re not crazy; we just need your help But that’s not worth a thank you! Oh I know you don’t have to tell me because it’s already shown through yaw actions. Tell me, how many times do we pop up in your mind, not anything into depth but just a thought, now tell me how many times does your favorite singer, or rapper pops up into your head. Your actions speaks louder than words, your thoughts just spoke louder than your words. I’m not standing here asking you to think about all I’ve done for you, all the blood, tears, and pain that I’ve shed for you from just trying to help you, but just to ask for all my brothers and sisters at war “Can we get a simple thank you!” Show me, show us that you appreciate us for leaving our family just so you can be protected. All we want is to protect our country and a be here, the hero, and your hero. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"> __** Raised by poem: **__

I was raised by a Pay your own bills Do your own thing Never let a man define who you are Kind of women. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"> Never hit first but you better hit last Show no mercy if they aint worth not mercy Kind of father. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"> Game boy, Nintendo, Sega Play station 2 and 3 games are stress reliever in life Kind of brother. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"> Fingering snapping, Rhythm tapping drown within the sea of words Kind of Poetry  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"> That family is who’s always got your back Girl if you get up one more time with eating them vegetables You aint to old to be beat… but I love you Kind of mother  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"> Those gum popping, hair flipping Yet outspoken down to earth women Kind of friends  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"> I was raised by surroundings.

__** Reflection of my Poetry: **__ I noticed that my poetry is always something that people can tend to relate to. Very rarely will I write a poem about a sweet sunset and the way that it begins to rise in others eyes and etc. I love writing poems that can have the reader thinking or at least changes ones perspective on something. That’s why I could relate to the quote “ A poem begins with delight and ends in wisdom!" - Robert Frost I feel as If a good poem will have the reader blown away with not only amusement but with what they processed from it. When doing poetry I like to have visual and lots metaphoric terms. Something that I hear a lot is that sometimes having too many metaphors and comparison it can drown out the poem. I personally disagree my writing style contains so much of it you just have to know when to use it. I like to break up the structure of my poem based off of two things; when a new comparison or big idea comes I go to a new stanza, or when I want the reader to pause and think. I always start my poem off big with an eye catcher and end it with a thought, an idea that someone can relate to, or a sense of relief. I do this because you don’t want the reader to just move on from the poem you want something to stick in there minds.

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">__**3 Gwendolyn Brooks Poems Below:**__ <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #f88000; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 1.583em;">Speech to the Young : Speech to the Progress-Toward
<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 1.167em;"> Say to them,

say to the down-keepers,

the sun-slappers,

the self-soilers,

the harmony-hushers,

"even if you are not ready for day

it cannot always be night."

You will be right.

For that is the hard home-run.

Live not for battles won.

Live not for the-end-of-the- [|song].

Live in the along.

This poem reaches out to our young to express the true values of life that we tend to overlook. “In speech the young” Gwendolyn Brooks decides to write this poem to our children to tell them that there is more to life than just trying to be best, or having the biggest rep in school or on the street and etc, but about just living life to its fullest potential and having fun while doing it. This poem uses slang words and metaphors that we as youth can relate to and yet have to ponder over at the same time. This poem gives the reader a sense of reality when reading this poem. People tend to forget about what is most important in life with being so caught up in society, school and etc She begins the poem with metaphoric terms of those teens behaviors that live on today, and end the poem on a more calmer but serious not. She understands that there are a lot of things going on in youth’s life, and for that she states, “ even if you are not ready for day, it cannot always be night”. You face the problems in your life and realize that life is too short to hide from them. “Live not for battle won, live not for the end of the song, live in the along.”

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #f88000; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 1.583em;">We Real Cool
<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 1.167em;"> The Pool Players.

Seven at the Golden Shovel.

We real cool. We

Left school. We

Lurk late. We

Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We

Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We

Die soon. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> This poem expresses and delivers a strong message out to the readers to express how dropping out of school is yet a road that shall never fully lead to success. In the beginning of this poem she uses words and expressions that people tend to believe is the outcome of how people view each other’s peers when dropping out of school, “we real cool.” But is that what we are? Through living a carefree life in the world not worrying about all the possible outcomes that comes with our actions “We sing sin, We Jazz June, We die soon.” This poem holds a sarcastic tone until it reaches the end line when it then becomes a little remorseful. With reading this short poem it catches the readers attention when reading “We real cool”. It sends the reader into beginning to believe that this poem is going to be about a wonder life that someone had lived through until it reaches the end to conclude that this is not the life in which we should live. The flow of this poem is soothing yet, kind of a rush. When you read this poem you read it quickly and i think this is what she wanted that way you'd have to read it over again to comprehend. She breaks up 5 stanzas to have the reader think that the end line will conclude her thought but just to reassure them that there is more she had enjambments.

**The Mother**
<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;">Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get, The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair, The singers and workers that never handled the air. You will never neglect or beat Them, or silence or buy with a sweet. You will never wind up the sucking-thumb Or scuttle off ghosts that come. You will never leave them, controlling your luscious sigh, Return for a snack of them, with gobbling mother-eye. I have heard in the voices of the wind the voices of my dim killed children. I have contracted. I have eased My dim dears at the breasts they could never suck. I have said, Sweets, if I sinned, if I seized Your luck And your lives from your unfinished reach, If I stole your births and your names, Your straight baby tears and your games, Your stilted or lovely loves, your tumults, your marriages, aches, and your deaths, If I poisoned the beginnings of your breaths, Believe that even in my deliberateness I was not deliberate. Though why should I whine, Whine that the crime was other than mine?-- Since anyhow you are dead. Or rather, or instead, You were never made. But that too, I am afraid, Is faulty: oh, what shall I say, how is the truth to be said? You were born, you had body, you died. It is just that you never giggled or planned or cried. Believe me, I loved you all. Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I loved, I loved you All. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> This poem achieves the expression of the mothers of those aborted children and the children them selves. By putting herself in both positions of the mother who left her child and of the babies who parents didn’t keep them. She used inside thoughts of both the mother and bought us back to reality by giving us her perspective about the situation. This poem gives the reader a feeling and sense of not only sorrow for the lives lost. The flow of this poem begins calm in a sense where you can follow along and image everything you read. The you can feel a rush at the ending of the poem expressing how emotional the reader really is. This poem switches the common thought that people get when it comes to the thought of abortion. When we normally think about abortion we tend to think about the baby, and how you never know what they baby maybe in life, how its sad that you could kill the baby before its life even began. But in this poem you take a deeper look and understanding of how the mother of the aborted child may feel. This poem also gives us a sense of wishfulness that the reader would wish something like this wouldn’t happen even though it does.