Seems that everyone I know lately writes poetry. Devon and Arwen have theirs posted online. My roommate even takes time out each day to do some writing.
I used to write poetry, what happened? I guess I got too busy writing academically to want to write for myself anymore. Reading also took the same path. I embraced free time activites that included anything but reading and writing. A shame I think, considering I was even published in a Canadian poetry anthology in Grade 12.
So I’ve decided to go out on a limb and post some poetry I found in a drawer the other day. It’s from years ago (circa 1999), and I’m not sure how I feel about it anymore. One is very Avril Lavigne lyric-esque. The other is blatantly racist, and illustrates some of my frustrations at the time living in a very ethnically cliquey invironment – although racism wasn’t the intent as evidenced in the last verse.
So if you have anything else to say about it, other than the comments I’ve already made, have at ‘er.
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