Sorry, I’ve been gone for almost a week. I have two words. History. Fair. If you are the parent of a child who has ever done one, then you know what I’m talking about, if not, then go check out this link www.nationalhistoryday.org Hopefully my verses give you an idea My topic was “The Royal Society and the Scientific Revolution. I was the only person in the entire school who did that. The most popular topic by far was The Beatles. Gee, I wonder why. I chose to do an exhibit for several reasons, the main one being that I possess neither the time nor the patience to find the large number of sources needed for a research paper.
I promise to get around to checking out everybody’s pages ASAP. I have a bunch of comments to respond to and a Spanish oral presentation to memorize so it will probably be tomorrow or this weekend.
These are not my best verses, but history doesn’t usually rhyme anyway………
xoxo Andrea
Sit down my friends
Listen close
And I will tell you of a historical toil
So please with me bear
As I orate on the torture that is History Fair
“Revolution, Reaction, and Reform”
From this theme your topic must be born
Your topic must relate to the theme
And by that I mean
What was changed?
Was it good or bad?
Then you must cite sources
Primary and secondary
To make your bibliography
If that was hard
You just wait
For now it’s time to annotate
What is your source about?
Does it have any clout?
Why did it help you?
So much information to carry!
Now the fun begins
Will it be a research paper
A wordy history
Or perhaps an exhibit
For the visually strong
There are of course
Websites and documentaries
For the tech-savvy
Once it’s put together
Write your process paper
About where your research was done
How it relates to the theme
And why you chose it
After you turn it in
Go and collapse on the couch
And hibernate for a few days
– This is the poem I had on my blackout page yesterday. I decided to post it again for those of you who may have missed it and also because the protest may be over, but the bill is still in existence and that is unacceptable. My poem is applicable to this bill, but also to all other forms of censorship. As an avid reader, the banning of books has always been something that is especially wrong to me.
I was planning on choosing one quote as a representative for my feelings on censorship, but I could not choose, and here they all are:
“You can cage the singer but not the song.” ~Harry Belafonte, in International Herald Tribune, 3 October 1988
“The paper burns, but the words fly away”. ~Akiba ben Joseph
“Censorship is telling a man he can’t have a steak just because a baby can’t chew it.”
― Mark Twain
“When you ban a book you ban an idea, and that’s communism.”
– Andrea Z. 🙂
Hold back the curtain
Don’t let the wretched thing fall
Come to freedom’s SOS call
Ideas are truth and they are free
How dare they hide them so the people can’t see
Writer’s, join your hands
Preserve the freedom of this land
We are the backbone
Of every revolution
We are the first ember
Of a raging fire
Sing with this written choir
Raise our standard ever-higher
Quills raised and held in an iron-tight grip
Ban the despot that is censorship
– This is a poem I have been needing to write for my entire life. It’s my first step to healing the wounds my father has inflicted upon me. You can grasp much of the situation from my verses, but I will tell you more. My father has never provided for me. He does not pay child support or medical bills or anything. My brave, strong, and amazing mother has done everything for me. They treat her like crap, him and his female dog of a wife. He tries to make me feel guilty about not coming to visit him and about asking him to pay for my school trips.
This is, I realize, a very angry and vengeful poem and I hope someday I will be able to write one that is not as much so, but that day seems eons away from this one.
Not once did you apologize
For all those lies
The endless stream of excuses
A brilliant rage in me induces
Fake paternal love
Is the poison arrow shot
By a cruel hunter at a naive dove
Someday I will make you pay
For treating my mother and I this way
You have no right to chide me
For pointing out the truth
You are an irresponsible child
And make me look like an adult
By never doing as you should
I’d shoot your foot if I could
When I am older
I will rain down on you
A thousand legal boulders
One by one they’ll crush
Till of you there’s naught but mush
Even then I will not have my revenge
My ire will someday fully be released
And all you’ll be able to do is cringe
Here I lie
Unseeing eyes
Wanting to cry
Those soldiers have come
In planes so large
They block out the sun
Shots destroy every silent night
My whole word screams but one word, “FIGHT!”
Who said they could come?
Who said they could come
And just take over
Pushing us around
Like a bulldozer
I’ve seen atrocities
That would you astound
And knock you speechless
Flat on the ground
Like me
In this hot desert sand
A worthless olive branch
Limp in my hand
We don’t need them
They think they’re so good
Go back home
Words are for peace
Not soldiers with guns
Words flowing
Thoughts stirring
Mind whirring
Pencil writing
Nail biting
Eraser clearing
Lines smudging
Self editing
Idea combining
Hopes climbing
Intense debating
More erasing
Writing is
So frustrating
Sorry guys!!! I haven’t been visiting anybody’s blog or responding to comments. I’m working on my History Fair project which is on the contributions of the Royal Society to the Scientific Revolution, is taking over my life. I just had to put this poem on here though, while the feelings were still fresh. Hopefully in a week or so my life will return to normal! 🙂
ANDREA
Stop trying babe
I see right through your lies
Outrageous as they are
They don’t impress
And I’m offended
You think they’d work on me
Perhaps it worked on the last one
Your facade of a grand life
Assholes are no fun
So step down off your fake throne
Maldito cromañon
I liked your humor before you changed
Or maybe I just finally started looking
Once you listened
Now you just talk
And my words you ignore
I will feed your ego no more
So, I like to read
Sorry I’m literate
I hate your music
Who listens to Tenacious D?
Not anyone who deserves me.
Yes, I write poetry
There
I said it
Now deal with it
Face the facts babe
I’m smart
Writing is my art
I’m a science geek
And I’m the only girl
Your good looks and slick words
Don’t turn soft and weak
Stop this crap
Or you’d better believe
I’ll make like a tree and leave