To me, and probably to the majority of our class, the idea of a poetry unit sounded terrible. I dreaded the projected as well as the idea of having to write and present one of my own poems. Having other people read my poems always made me feel like I was being judged for my writing skills as well as my inner thoughts. To me, poems are either super deep and way too hard to understand, or they're light-hearted like Shel Silverstein (that I'm sure everyone read as a kid) and don't have a lot of meaning.
Poetry units in school are always packed with rhyme pattern recognition, stanza and sentence structure, theme analysis, and that sucks the fun out of just enjoying poems a lot of the time. We're always stuck picking out details in every line of a poem with language we can barely understand, but after 12 AP, I've had a lot more fun reading poems. The one's we were given in for our harkness, though not with the greatest since of morality, were super interesting to dissect because of their call and response format. And I think that's what's made poetry better for me, knowing that it doesn't always have to be full of line analysis, but it can be enjoyable to read. And one I find very cringy, but better than a 14th century Shakespeare sonnet, is this sonnet that I wrote in 8th grade.
My Love for Cheetos, Much more than Fritos
Are hot cheetos not the most delicious?
My love for cheetos is all consuming.
I eat many, I’m overambitious,
The sight of one sets my heart to blooming.
Does the flaming cheeto not burn your throat?
Consuming your breath and giving it fire.
The spice, it burns, and there’s no antidote,
If they didn’t exist, I would expire.
But the rich spice sends my stomach reeling,
Making me covet their forbidden love.
Each crunch testifies to my strong feelings,
When I eat them, angels sing from above.
We were meant to meet by the high powers,
Oh how there is no love greater than ours.
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