hear you, hear me---we two---you, me, talk on this page."
-Langston Hughes: Theme for English B
I'm still getting adjusted to the idea of having a blog. I find it very neat! I hope to get personal with followers, and anyone who comes across this blog. Here I'm posting a poem I wrote back in September for school. I got an 100 on it, so I am hoping that means it's decent! I'd love to share a few insights that I've thought about, but unfortunately homework and school is first priority. This mountain load of work better be worthwhile in the end!
I promise I'll try to post more frequently, but for right now you can read my poem. I hope you enjoy it, and I hope it helps you get to know me a little more. If you have any comments or suggestions feel free to comment me or message me! I would love to hear any input.
THEME FOR ENGLISH B (Rewrite)
True is defined as “being in accordance with the actual state of affairs.”
In this poem, you will be in accordance with my actual state of affairs.
I am *sixteen years old, and learning more and more each day.
I was raised Catholic, believing a single man changed my life.
I do believe in an all mighty God,
yet I won’t say He’s the only person who has changed the way I live today.
And if you were wondering,
my name is Daniella Marie DaCosta Cajayon;
But for your sake, call me Ella.
I was born in the tropical islands of the Philippines, ironically a land I barely know about,
because though born on an island, I grew up in a small, quaint town known as Oakton.
In this town of many families, I have a family I can call my own.
These people taught me what love is all about.
Growing up, I lived with a dad, a mom, a little sister, and a grandmother,
yet I hadn’t grown up until two years ago,
When my mom joined the angels in heaven.
I’m not athletic, and I am as flexible as a twig.
Therefore I can’t tell you what sport I play for my school,
yet I can tell you that I participate in my school’s choir.
If there were one thing that came naturally to me that would be singing.
Singing came to me before I could walk, or talk for that matter.
When I sing, I sing through a tunnel of emotions,
Whether joyful or gloomy, by the end of a song I reach the end of the tunnel.
Though I can’t say singing gives me answers to life,
I can admit it is a hobby-created outlet.
My mom never placed me on a conveyer belt to her unfulfilled dreams,
she simply placed me on a conveyer belt to mine.
She believed anything and everything is possible, even if the sciences say otherwise.
And I judge that as of right now I could have been an entirely different person.
I could have been the girl forced to become the next Mia Hamm, when she wanted to become the next Annie Leibovitz.
But I’m just the girl who wants to sing, and for my Mom that’s just enough.
And I can easily say that without her, this poem wouldn’t have
the same lines, the same words, the same dream.
Without her, I wouldn’t be who I am today, which is myself.
*Since this was written last year obviously I'm not sixteen anymore, haha :)
In this poem, you will be in accordance with my actual state of affairs.
I am *sixteen years old, and learning more and more each day.
I was raised Catholic, believing a single man changed my life.
I do believe in an all mighty God,
yet I won’t say He’s the only person who has changed the way I live today.
And if you were wondering,
my name is Daniella Marie DaCosta Cajayon;
But for your sake, call me Ella.
I was born in the tropical islands of the Philippines, ironically a land I barely know about,
because though born on an island, I grew up in a small, quaint town known as Oakton.
In this town of many families, I have a family I can call my own.
These people taught me what love is all about.
Growing up, I lived with a dad, a mom, a little sister, and a grandmother,
yet I hadn’t grown up until two years ago,
When my mom joined the angels in heaven.
I’m not athletic, and I am as flexible as a twig.
Therefore I can’t tell you what sport I play for my school,
yet I can tell you that I participate in my school’s choir.
If there were one thing that came naturally to me that would be singing.
Singing came to me before I could walk, or talk for that matter.
When I sing, I sing through a tunnel of emotions,
Whether joyful or gloomy, by the end of a song I reach the end of the tunnel.
Though I can’t say singing gives me answers to life,
I can admit it is a hobby-created outlet.
My mom never placed me on a conveyer belt to her unfulfilled dreams,
she simply placed me on a conveyer belt to mine.
She believed anything and everything is possible, even if the sciences say otherwise.
And I judge that as of right now I could have been an entirely different person.
I could have been the girl forced to become the next Mia Hamm, when she wanted to become the next Annie Leibovitz.
But I’m just the girl who wants to sing, and for my Mom that’s just enough.
And I can easily say that without her, this poem wouldn’t have
the same lines, the same words, the same dream.
Without her, I wouldn’t be who I am today, which is myself.
*Since this was written last year obviously I'm not sixteen anymore, haha :)
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