I’m a pen
Awaiting the moment i run thin
Until I am used and thrown in the recycling ben
I sit still
And this finger with looks that can kill
Captures me in its sweaty palms until
I realize this is a life I can’t fulfill
Sitting here being used for led
This desk being my forever bed
Theres no he said, she said
For I am not allowed speech
Being lessons that teachers use to teach
But I feel like its a lesson to each
And every student not be like me
An example of what not to be
Always the writer, never the one they write about
Pouring all my heart and ink until I cry out
And break, snap crackle and pop
Until my debris on the floor is mopped
And they forget all about the pen they dropped
Me, always the writer never the artist
The worst comes to those who try their hardest
I am a pen
Destined to be broken over and over again.
Guess Who?
Last week, Carver students spent some time playing a very different role: for our poetry assignment, we stepped into new identities through persona poems. Before diving into our own writing process, we watched “Shooter” by Lamar Jorden and discussed how powerful the poem was. Students remarked that it would have been quite a different poem if written from a different point of view. We then spent some time writing persona poems as different people or objects. Check out one student poem below:
I'm A Pen