It’s weird how sometimes I will just be so wrapped up in my own little scene of ecological stewardship and attention to anthropologically interesting developments in other nations as reported by people of similar socio-economic backgrounds to me, and generally Bettering myself\others in so many ways that it’s rude to talk about, because of jealousy in others, and so I just keep it all inside where no one can compliment me as much as I deserve.
And then I come to see that I have been truly hiding my light ‘neath a bushel, just like the Bible pretty specifically advises against.
With that in mind, I would like to share some poetry that I wrote in 4th grade, which has recently resurfaced.* I’m not totally sure what to make\feel about these poems, but my intuition is that they mean something significant about my Then Future\but Now Present.
Look in my eyesSee the real meSit down and converseDrink some more teaYou’d understand meIf you’d only trySomeday I’ll leave youAnd someday I’ll die.
Analysis: I think that this is a sort of clairvoyant “vision” from my younger self. The reference to the Converse in line 3, and tea drinking in the following, clearly point to phases in my later self-identity; the Chucks represent my punk phase, the tea my avocado-dreadlocks-Dr.Bronners-feminist meditation phase. I had to pause and have a moment after I read the in-your-face ending — truly fearless.
Life is like a tunnel
A tunnel without an end
You’ve got to keep on moving
And love and help and mend
You’ve got to not give up
Until you reach your light
You’ve got to keep the pace
And every night.
You’ve got to face the facts
And stand up for your rights
‘Cause you’ve got to keep on going
Until you reach your light.
Analysis: I don’t think this is a very good poem. There’s too much going on, and I think that the choice to capitalize the first letters in each line is not a choice usually seen in normal poetry. Also questioning the “Cause” instead of the more standard “cuz” or “becuz”…Can’t remember whether I was political in 4th grade, but I’m definitely getting a vibe like I had no idea what I was talking about, not really appropriate for 4th grade in the 90s. I honestly have no real memory of writing this…Do 4th graders have Ghost Writers?
I did a quick Google to see if I had possibly plagiarized this poem, but the closest thing I could find was this picture:
Guess it was legit. I would like to invite readers to either a) share critical analyses of these poems, or b)post your own poetry from elementary school which I will attempt to critique.
*Thanks for holding onto these, Rich.