Poem: Teenage Warrior no cherry blossoms fall below me
its been a year since ive seen then bloom
a rebelling soul
a failure to my traditonal bound family
a radical for my beliefts
alone, hurt, confused
but for i am never disheartened
because there has to be a way
there has to be a fight to break free from this complex life
this is my fight, a war to show my true self
the sword reflects my problems
courage and bravery are my weapons
my heart is my bestfriend
for they are the only things i need to win this painful struggle
As cherry blossoms fall below me
I bow down to the ones who have doubted me
my battle has been fought, my was has been won
i am no longer a radical, or a lost, troubled sould
i finally am myself
no confusion, hurt, or pain
Hey Cyn :) nice graphic its really colorful and it pops. As a suggestion use more pics since it looks like on big picture, maybe add more pictures of yourself an what you see as you being strong. I remember watching the movie about Mulan an I like the way you said "my heart is my best friend" because she followed her heart to save her father. All in all it was a nice poem but watch all the typos. Simple things like im guessing soul is spelled sould. Also my "was"doest make sense in the 4th line to the last.
ReplyDeleteHey cynthia I like your poem. I really relates to your personality and other problems you always had to deal with. I don't know what this myth or god is about if i new I could make some helpful comment to improve it. Great Description of words but maybe you could shorten the poem a little. But for something so long I keep me guess what you compared yourself to the Teenage Warrior. Hope I helped.SHOOTZ!!!!
ReplyDeleteHi Cynthia,
ReplyDeleteNice job on poem and graphic. And I agree with your teammates; they have good suggestions. Like Kiana says, add images of yourself and your life to the graphic...and watch the typos. Kelvin's question about the identity of the allusion is a good one, too. Some details about the allusion would help to clarify and strengthen the impression of your character.
mrs s