Amira+X

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=AmiraX = = = // In everything you believe is possible,

//**Hello**! I haven’t done one of these in awhile so I decided to waste some time and **teach** you about me. I was given the name Amira Young, but after about a yearlong redemption, I changed my name to Amira X. I'm 16 going on mature. I’ve emancipated myself from mental slavery. I learn everywhere I go, so school isn't my only place of enhancement and progress. I think a lot, to some people, to much- but I worry that without intellect I'm being facetious like the rest. So forgive me for wanting to excel. I lack the basic concept of fitting in. I don’t measure up to what it takes to be in a group or gang. I find myself constantly in the ring fighting my urges; I have to tame my wild side, because if I didn’t I would probably be on boat traveling the world, listening to music, and writing poetry. Music is something that connects to the mind, body and soul- so I'm very particular in what I listen to. Never been called anything demeaning because I don’t carry myself in that manner- and people notice rite off the slate. I'm not religious, just connected the Divine. The only thing I truly own is my body and thought- so I rarely put them out there and on display, and very picky about what goes into each. So restrain from disrespecting them. I’m a very deep person; my feelings and emotions run to the core. The only thing I utterly fear is I. Only I have the power to limit myself, and I do sometimes- I’m terrified of that. I’ve recently noticed that I’m not as collaborative as I once was. I’ve become quite the observer and quiet type. I’m comfortable with that- now. I don’t trust anyone, but I don’t fear saying how I feel. I hate only one thing- waking up everyday and going with societies flow. My mind and heart are always clashing- my sanity keeps them tamed. The only gift I want is to be recognized. I am strong-willed, determined, head strong, patient yet zestful, stable, creative, confident, and a leader. //



"**Poetry is the doorway to the soul"**// This statement is halfway true. I believe that poetry is soul and not the door way to it. Truth is, poetry is the reconnection with ourselves to be who we really are, and not what were prone to be.

//**"A poem should not mean but be."**// I agree completely. A poem should not be anaylized, it should be written and respected. I thin this is one of the reasons why I don't believe sonnets, ode's, etc is poetry. Poetry is what you feel, their are no rules- it just is. The last free thing, not taken away.



=Sonnet (: =

Success will come to those who bide and wait, Good things happen to good people they say.

We’re all destined for predetermined fate, Foretold by baiting dreams that stay the day.

One year and change to find this great fortune, My wallet feels pressure but no more pain.

Three years and change to mend a thankless boon and still too poor to pine a heart’s disdain.

I often think of what makes my eyes smile and how its swayed unto this balmy bay.

Though I’ve sailed far to find this treasure isle, the waves I made have washed my dreams away.

How much more of myself can I apply Til I’m left with a heart un-beat and dry



=Ode to Poetry (: =

I met him when I was half sleep, half dead. Half awake, half scared.

His favorite instrument to ware is my voice, and the lyrics?- My words. It's purpose was the drain me. Ink my entire life on to something so plain and bland.

Color my world through me, using every word I may know to become a spin artist.

Going and going until he can feel my love. Making me a network of forces pieced together by Allah and Lucifer. Evil because I doubt my mind but blessed with such a burden.

Insane because I question my heart but do what it feels. He forces me to realize I am not only his to teach a lesson to.


 * Poetry.**



=**Ghazel (:** =

I am a Queen, the ruler of all respected and respectful- I had a vision. Reality breathes and success stings, I had this vision.

Dreams are a mear illision of happiness, for cowards eh? I had a vision. Let's go to Mar's were there are not grassy plains, ocean views- to start a 'beginning'- I had this vision.

No music, no babies, no 'old'. I had a vision. Bout only the worthy can read through this message. I had this vision.

The poets reunited, and raised their pen in a toast. I had a vision. To pervelance and the end of struggle. I had this vision.

We went to out own world, no dreams. No changes

They were done, they were made It was perfectly wrong to how we live.

For you my poets. I had this vision

(I know this is wrong, I haven't quite mastered the ghazel )

= = == = = =Him (: =

P.S HE does not exist to me anymore,
this is old.

I couldn't sleep last night, I walked alone on the street were we always use to go. How were we once bestfriends and lovers, then downgraded to friend now foe?

You were everything thats bad for me, make no apoligizes I crashed black and blue- but you know I'd do it all again for you.

Walking past you hurts, knowing we won't hug and laugh or play fight kills me. My mind is gone, I'm spinning round- and deep inside my tears I'll drown

I'm loosing grip, I strayed from love- this is how I feel Cause Babe, this time was different, felt like I was just a victim

And it cut me like a knife when you walked out of my life. Is it possible to journey to the end of the earth, to find a rewind button?

I'd travel to Hell and back for you, go again just to prove the impossible I would do. With you I had a world of color and poise, now my world was drapped in blue.

It's not as simple as the words "I fell in love with you" It's more than "I love you"

It's a bond of truth, and hope, and selflessness I want and need you because I'm selfish.

 =Langston Hughes =

Poetry often resembles people thoughts and emotions, on levels that the people closet to them don't understand. It was said that a poem is the voice of the soul, painted to on paper as vivid or as bland as it wants to be. You can learn about a person in one poem better than someone who has them all their life. Langston Hughes resembles a person of mixed emotions; to some he is what is considered 'normal'. At times melancholy, others rejoiced. But after analyzing his poetry, Langston Hughes proved himself to be something completely different. “Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly…” one of his most famous, and shortest poems that tells us much about his character. Hughes is a believer, someone who has an optimistic outlook on life but also understand that optimism is not for everyone. The lines from his poem “Dream” shows that Langston Hughes knows the struggle in between believing and achieving. It almost sounds like he’s been in that position before due to his living circumstances. Living in Joplin, Missouri in the year of 1902, must have been hard for a black male, especially one with dreams of higher education. A poem that seemed to transpire from this was entitled, “Po' Boy Blues” which talks about the blues of a male moving and the drastic changes you see and are forced to make. “When I was home de, sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de whole damn world's turned cold…” It was at a young age were Mr. Hughes begin to experience the world. Moving from state to state, exposed to racism, and hardship he began to write poetry. Making his worst situations life lessons through different forms of writing. Langston Hughes proved himself to be a listener and learner after stating that Paul Lawrence Dunbar, Carl Sandburg, and Walt Whitman were his primary influences. He is particularly known for his insightful, colorful portrayals of black life in America from the twenties through the sixties. Saying old hymns, and giving inspiration such as, Though you may hear me holler, and you may see me cry- I'll be dogged, sweet baby, if you gonna see me die.” You can almost hear the perseverance and determination in the poem entitled ‘Life is Fine’. Langston Hughes died in the year of 1967, in New York. Living through a time period of drastic changes, including the Great Depression and the Civil Rights Movement, Hughes always proved himself to be a man of courage and hope. Reassuring himself and people that everything would always be just fine, if you just believed.

By: Langston Hughes

Frozen with snow.


By: Langston Hughes

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