I recently found a journal that I kept during my junior and senior years of high school as well as my freshman year of college. I think I'm going to spend some time posting some of the poems that I wrote during these transformative years of my life. Some poetry is much too embarrassing to share with anyone; yes, it's that self-involved and hyperbolic! But here is one that I think is particularly deep:
(untitled)
I will not fight
your arm on shoulder
your assurring smile,
gentle rising faith
how can I turn that away?
but I will fight
your persecuting air,
dogmatic lips
and vocal repressions.
you can't mold me
or shape me
so don't waste time
I will fight for myself
but I will not fight you.
I do not remember writing it, so I can only vaguely guess what may have inspired it. I wrote it in the fall of my senior year, 1998.
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