I wrote this poem for my poetry class this semester. I like the idea of internal rhymes that build tension in a poem, I think Poe used them really well.
I’ve always carried this feeling with me
Like a dull beating drum or a constant
Annoying hum, in the back of my mind
Wherever I go.
I tried to learn an instrument
But the guitar isn’t that eloquent
And the chords always deceived me.
So I tried my hand at a different brand
And watched old movies.
Trying desperately to educate myself
On everything it is to be human
But the answer remained a mystery.
Instead, I bought a camera.
I thought the study of other people
Could somehow enlighten me
On my own diaspora
But instead I felt indoctrinated,
Propagandized by my own mind
Clueless to the ways of myself
And everything I left... undefined.
Silly of me to think I could find
Anything out about myself
From the mind of someone else.
SAOIRSHE O'NEILL
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