Poetry
The Poem I like
George Watsky - Letter To My 16-Year-Old Self
Sup bitch. Nah, I’m just messing with ya. What I meant to say was, “Never give up. Always be yourself.” It’s gonna suck hearing that over and over as you get older. But as stereotypes start with a grain of truth, cliches begin with a boulder. And no matter what, you’re an animal. A born natural. So you don’t need some motivational speaker asshole feeding you re-heated inspirational corn casserole. You magical bastard! Get it through your brain. Inject it in your vein, get infected with the strain, the strange idea you’re the reflection of the greats who came before. More than Science, our bodies are history’s oldest appliance. We’re piggy-back riding the shoulders of giants which is how we survive when the ceilings keep getting higher and the lightbulbs keep burning out. We learn by word of mouth, and when your time is passed, don’t drag each other down. Cause being a crab in a bucket is mad lonely. Be the crab escaping from crab prison who creates a crab rope out the window made only of crab homies. Cause we’re in this together. Future you is just past you with new molecules. We shoot the old ones out follicles and hair is dead cells so our faults get shed well, meaning our parts that are hard to adore get mopped up on the barber shop floor.
I like this poem because the poet (George Watsky) is talking to his past self and telling him not to give up and to be none but himself. This is very true in the world.
Here is a link to where I found the poem for this assignment. Please check it out for more info.
Sup bitch. Nah, I’m just messing with ya. What I meant to say was, “Never give up. Always be yourself.” It’s gonna suck hearing that over and over as you get older. But as stereotypes start with a grain of truth, cliches begin with a boulder. And no matter what, you’re an animal. A born natural. So you don’t need some motivational speaker asshole feeding you re-heated inspirational corn casserole. You magical bastard! Get it through your brain. Inject it in your vein, get infected with the strain, the strange idea you’re the reflection of the greats who came before. More than Science, our bodies are history’s oldest appliance. We’re piggy-back riding the shoulders of giants which is how we survive when the ceilings keep getting higher and the lightbulbs keep burning out. We learn by word of mouth, and when your time is passed, don’t drag each other down. Cause being a crab in a bucket is mad lonely. Be the crab escaping from crab prison who creates a crab rope out the window made only of crab homies. Cause we’re in this together. Future you is just past you with new molecules. We shoot the old ones out follicles and hair is dead cells so our faults get shed well, meaning our parts that are hard to adore get mopped up on the barber shop floor.
I like this poem because the poet (George Watsky) is talking to his past self and telling him not to give up and to be none but himself. This is very true in the world.
Here is a link to where I found the poem for this assignment. Please check it out for more info.