u/Jazzlike_Anxiety_201

Literature Assignment
What should I talk about, what should I say?
I was going to sleep on it but I realized
"Oh shoot, it's due today".
Should I write about how Literature is stressing me
Or how many cases I have to read
Should I write about complex feelings
Like sorrow, hate and love.
Or should I talk about what I’m seeing
In the world below and above.
Should I talk about my day
'Cause boy do I have a lot to say
Up early in the morning and in late at night
Every lecture feels like a never-ending fight
Should I talk about seeing her makes me feel
The one source of joy and love I can say is truly real
About how her late-night texts got me over the moon
How I hope to see her again very soon.
Or maybe the guy I always rage bait
But I know he can never hate.
There’s a lot consider, a lot to explain
So, I ask one question, simple and I ask it plain
Mrs. Patricia
What should I talk about, what do you
want me to say.

I’m not an official poet. Don’t even know if there are any rules. I just write for fun

Literature Assignment
What should I talk about, what should I say?
I was going to sleep on it but I realized
"Oh shoot, it's due today".
Should I write about how Literature is stressing me
Or how many cases I have to read
Should I write about complex feelings
Like sorrow, hate and love.
Or should I talk about what I’m seeing
In the world below and above.
Should I talk about my day
'Cause boy do I have a lot to say
Up early in the morning and in late at night
Every lecture feels like a never-ending fight
Should I talk about seeing her makes me feel
The one source of joy and love I can say is truly real
About how her late-night texts got me over the moon
How I hope to see her again very soon.
Or maybe the guy I always rage bait
But I know he can never hate.
There’s a lot consider, a lot to explain
So, I ask one question, simple and I ask it plain
Mrs. Patricia
What should I talk about, what do you
want me to say.

A perfect man
If we can truly call him that, a man
A man who smiles to everyone
Who despises and lies to no one
A strong man, a cold man
Cut off from the world he knew and loved
A nonchalant man, an aura farmer
That’s what we call perfect
That’s what we say is worth of our respect
But he must sacrifice a part of himself
To promote that image
He must hide all his feelings within
All his love, all his hate, all his joy and rage
Is he truly perfect
Or is he just a mindless slave to today’s society
A perfect family
Dinners by the table, family vacations, loads of smiley pictures
That’s what we call the perfect family
But in their perfection, there are cracks and brokenness
In their image, I see loopholes
The father and mother cheat but are smart about it
The children are utter messes
The only true one is the dog for he knows nothing
A mind so innocent pure and true
His ignorance makes him truly happy
A perfect world
Everyone’s happy and there’s truly peace on Earth
A utopia, paradise heaven on this blue patch of dirt
There’s no discrimination, no hunger, we all live and nobody dies
But Kendrick said it best
“A perfect world is never perfect, only filled with lies”
There is no “no discrimination”, just new discrimination
There are no batons or water hoses
Just men with suits signing our deaths
It is not that there is no hunger, we’re just too blind to see it
It’s not that there is no suffering we are not programmed to feel it
We are slaves to our our desire for a perfect world
We don’t see that it’s worse than the world we live in now
Stop chasing perfection, to do so is futile
For only the Lord can make a perfect world worthwhile
As such
Embrace the imperfection for there is beauty in it
Accept the flaws for at least they are honest
To chase perfection is like a dog chasing its own tail
For to catch it, he must pay a price of heavy pain    

This is a poem I wrote whilst listening to j Cole. I want to be better and that’s why I’m submitting my work for your feedback. I used AI to transcribe so there’s that 😅

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She’s got me sitting by the window at 10 in the morning
My head’s like a full mug, thoughts are pouring
Flowing over, moving all over like unstable atoms
This feeling’s new to me, my mind just can’t fathom
I’m one to speak, some call me talkative
But every time I see her it’s a whole new narrative
Mind does all the talking, saying shit I would never confess
Like damn girl, you don’t even know me but you’re making my mind stress
I love it and I love you, this feeling’s got me feeling blessed
But I can’t tell you that and it hurts
Because this shit, it’s more than words
What have you done to me?
I want to say you’ve opened my eyes
But I close them and fantasize about what I know could not be
You seeing me, you hearing me, you feeling me
It’s a new wound with no cure, with no healing
At this point I’m limited to pen and paper
My thoughts are infinite
But the same thing that oppress them limits them
Cause I have like five more pages left in this book
But I’ve got soooo much to say
Like would you take my hand and run away with me today
But naa, you couldn’t, you shouldn’t
And no matter how much I pray for it to happen, it wouldn’t
So when I see you again tomorrow
I’ll just say with a smile hiding so much sorrow
“Yoo. How you doin’?”