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I understand that people are entitled to their own opinion,

to those self-made thoughts and ideas created in your head.

But how do you know the true meaning of those words,

when you’ve been tucked into society’s, warm cozy bed?

Do you understand the hardship? The fear and all the pain?

To be born considered ‘lesser’ and ‘lesser’ till your grave.

Even though you’re people have torn down equals,

you may never know the true courage it takes to be brave.

So take that old school opinion of yours to where you think it’s needed,

perhaps to back to the 1700’s, where you ‘superiority’ awaits.

But when you want back to this time,

you better believe it’s a woman opening the gate.

Maybe I’m just getting angry and perhaps a little bitter,

as I attempt to use my words to instil some sort of wakeup.

Or maybe I’ve just been told too many times,

that a girl like me could never drive a pickup.

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This poem reached my exact goal I had when writing it- to express my anger towards those who do not recognize women as an equal in society. I chose to make this poem a ballad and succeeded with a stanza of four lines. I believe this poem is very confessional as I have used nothing but my own emotions. This is particularly confessional as although I have wanted to, these types of thoughts rarely leave my mouth. An example of a poetic device I used was a metaphor, "tucked into society's warm cozy bed". This means that some people don't have to worry about oppression in society, and for that reason life may become easier for them.

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She had a mom, she had a dad to teach her to read and pedal,

But those crisp green leaves of her family tree never seemed to settle.

Who gave her those bright blue eyes? And why does she do things a certain way?

She thought of it a lot, maybe more than she’d like to say.

Her life before adoption was always such a blur,

But she knew that her birth mother wasn’t fit to take care of her.

Yet she wondered all her 18 years, if I’m like my birth mother what awaits for me?

But she’ll never know the answers or who lies on the other branches of that family tree.

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I think through this poem I had succeeded in achieving a poem that is easy to understand. I believe I have successfully created a couplet poem with a rhyme scheme of AABBCC and so on. I thought writing a poem based on an object that was given to me was going to be very fun, and actually found it very interesting! I believe I had thought of a unique interpretation of the object given to me while still making it obvious what the object was. I used poetic language in this poem. An example of this was using the crisp green leaves of the tree to represent the family she didn't know.

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I’m trying to be the best version of myself,

But still I focus on material things like clothes and possible wealth.

I see the world around us falling to its knees,

I hear the polar bears screaming, “Come on humans, please”.

And still at the store I ask for several plastic bags,

While I can see the world is waving its white flag.

I’m trying to become a better version of myself,

Yet here I am, not speaking loud of Africa and its health.

I see the people around me being hurt by people’s words,

Yet, when I try to take a stand it seems my words are slurred.

When my racist co-worker made a remark about a man’s religion,

I’m not very proud to admit to my decisions.

I stood by idly as I saw this man get hurt,

I could’ve said so many things, but I stared down at my shirt.

I’m going to become the best version of myself.

And that starts now.

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This poem was very personal to me and I reached my goal in creating a true piece that explored what I feel guilty about, including me not being the best version of myself. This poem had a very simple rhyme scheme with every line matching the one before it. I thought that since I have trouble with rhyming a lot of the time, it would be good to challenge myself and make my second confessional poem filled with rhymes. This poem is very confessional as it talks of nothing but myself. I focus on my own thought and even my own specific experiences. This is my way of confessing who I want to be, but am not. I used some poetic language in this poem such as "the world is waving its white flag". Waving a white flag is a universal sign of surrender, so I decided it was perfect to describe the world and how its giving up as we (myself included) do not do all we can to prevent global warming.

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Reconstruction Poetry Made of Existing Book Titles: At the End of the World 

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Reconstruction Poetry Made of Existing Book Titles: At the End of the World 

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The seven modern continents become the seven modern plagues,

The world’s original highways, getting filled with plastic bags.

In all the fruitful cities, the climate surely flies,

As the digital ages takes over, and the heat absorbs the sky.

The worlds been seeking refuge, for many, many years,

While humans are the source of all things bad, bringing the earth to tears.

We humans are filled with delusions of sunny days and bright lights,

While in reality, the worlds been consumed in intolerable heat and stormy nights.

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This poem focuses on one of my biggest passions, and thats raising awareness for global warming. I think my message is very clear and I was successful in making my point. This poem has an alternating rhyme scheme with every line rhyming with the one before, and I chose not to divide my sentences into stanzas. I think I did well in using many different kinds of book titles to make a poem that actually means something to me. An example of figurative language I used was using the book title The Worlds Original Highways as a way of referring to waterways that were once so clean, before environmentally harmful ways of transportation were made. Another example is "The Worlds Been Seeking Refuge". Although it may not be an obvious device, the worlds atmospheric temperature rising is an obvious sign from the earth that we need to change our ways, yet many do not.

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Reconstruction Poem Made From Book Titles: Lost and Found

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Reconstruction Poem Made From Book Titles: Lost and Found

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He’s been seeking refuge

Put in the lost and found

Thinking fast and slow,

Does love make the world go round?

And if it does, the world moves on,

While I am so alone.

So he says, in case I go,

And this is my last chance to see.

There’s another man in that lost and found,

Please bring him home, as I wish someone had for me.

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The purpose of this poem was to discuss the pressure that is put on many in society to have a partner. I believe I have successfully achieved delivering this message through my poem. I have decided to make this more of a free form poem with the overall intention of just making it flow in some sort of way with some sort of a minor rhyming scheme. I believe this was my version of trying to be creative. This poem was written through the reconstruction method of using book titles. I am proud to say that what could have just been a bunch of random titles put together, turned into a message I was proud of. I believe I had used figurative language in this poem to convey my meaning. For example, referring to a man without love as a man being shoved into a lost and found, and feeling useless as the world talks so highly of being in love. Also, I talked of bringing someone else home, meaning that he hopes someone else feeling the same way as him can find love.