Blog 3B

 

Am I invisible?

Are my soft spoken words hard for the ear to hear?
Sometimes I can’t tell if I’m being ignored
Or am I just to myself
What’s the different it seems like no one cares?
To hear what these lips need to speak
What these eyes have seen
No one understands the pain the sorrow

The battles I have lost

Am I invisible?

Can you hear me?

Can you see me?

An answer would do just fine.

-          By Brittney Benjamin

 

Ever since I was a child I have been quite and what some people would say the distanced one. No one seems to understand that not everyone is the same. In one way everyone is the same because everyone has that one thing that makes them happy, it can be the smallest thing but it still means the world to them. No matter their mood they will always be able to turn to that one thing and it will improve their mood. My one small thing is Poetry; ever since I was a child I just loved writing poems. It’s the one way I find so easy to express myself and make me happy. You can say it brings me out of my shell in a way. Once I start writing a poem everything becomes so peaceful and clear there is no stop when I start. Everyone feels different about poetry but one thing I can say is everything it poetry in a way. If you think about it if it’s a story, it’s a poem. It’s a life meaning and message. I think if I look at poetry as everything such as homework class work and essays it will help me threw my college. It can even help me further down the line in my future. Even though some people think writing poetry is easy they are mistaken. In middle school I was a leader of my poetry club, myself and others were still learning the basics and still to this day I trip up on my poetry. It’s easy to write a poem but it’s not easy to give it meaning, or a story within a story.