I am a teenager. No, I am not a bro like those who partied on Skins; nor am I one of your family channel products. I am a teenager of life, of activity and of emotion. I think I have a mind. I am adolescent, understand, because people refuse to see me as grown. Like the young college fratboy it is as though i have been surrounded by waisted youth. When they approach me they see only my youth, my flaws or anything else to look down upon me - indeed everything and anything except me.
-kevin
Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
My Religion
The reverberation of the choir
I feel it passing through
"singing, clapping
and rolling their heads"
Like a people I once knew.
I try not to listen
But it seeps into my thoughts
"whispering
another way... coaxing"
Accepted sorrows, life overwrought.
They sing of a different world
With hope, humility, and heart
"steal away,
steal away home"
But from this world, I cannot part.
I want to stand, to live
A sinner, but equal to you
Give up
"never" never "do that"
Suffer and fight is what I must do.
~*~*~
This poem, written from the perspective of Bigger Thomas, is woven through with lines from pages 237 and 238 in my text (Harper and Row, Publishers 1966)
- Tori Greaves p.1
I feel it passing through
"singing, clapping
and rolling their heads"
Like a people I once knew.
I try not to listen
But it seeps into my thoughts
"whispering
another way... coaxing"
Accepted sorrows, life overwrought.
They sing of a different world
With hope, humility, and heart
"steal away,
steal away home"
But from this world, I cannot part.
I want to stand, to live
A sinner, but equal to you
Give up
"never" never "do that"
Suffer and fight is what I must do.
~*~*~
This poem, written from the perspective of Bigger Thomas, is woven through with lines from pages 237 and 238 in my text (Harper and Row, Publishers 1966)
- Tori Greaves p.1
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