Our Humanities professor required us to make our own poems and we have to read it in front of the class. As I knew this was gonna happen, I started thinking of lines before she even announced it. A little secret — I was creating lines in the shower! So here’s my A grade poem.
Art
You are such a calamity
when you went past me
But then, I was free
From all the jerks that broke my heart;
From all the poems I couldn’t start;
And from what I thought was art.
angela adecer 