170. Poetry Class

This summer I took an online poetry class to help reach 60 units for transfer requirements. It actually turned out to be an amazing class. It was taught online; my very first online class. I learned a hell of a lot. I believe I used to talk about it before...with that chick who hated my writings. Anywho...I figured slowly but surely I'd share some of the poems from my final compilation. In the end we had to submit five of our favorite poems to her that we wrote in the 6 weeks with her. It was kind of a breakthrough for me. I was so so used to writing slam poetry and slam poetry only. This forced me to step out of the Ashley bubble and venture and try different things. Of course some of my style leaked through but...you get the idea. This is my favorite one that I wrote. We were forced to write a letter to God...or have God write a letter to us. Almost like...a boisterous prayer, if you will. Anyway I thank you for reading it. I'm ever thankful for every eye that glances here. I hope everyone has an excellent weekend. Drink up that airborne...there is a cold going around I can feeeeel it. Hello, fall. One.


Letter up the Ladder


Creator, listen.

Why have you forsaken me?
Jesus said it so why can't I?
Why can't I get a break, just once
before I break the stake to take just one
glance at my pages.
The pages of my life to realize that my life...
is one of the saddest fictions ever written.
Can I take myself back to the factory of G-O-D
so you can see that I'm not so happy
and neither is anyone else?
Give me a new one.
I'm not your puppet.
I am a human.
I am growing.
But you wont let me get that far.
My car is costing my bank every time I fill up the tank
because tanks have taken over the middle east
for peace so they gather a piece of the weapon
to shoot costing us more loot than ever thought
and just like that twenty million innocent people can be bought
out
in a draft.
You wanted this?
You wanted a world where I can't walk down the street
and greet my lover with a hug
because it might bug
old fashioned folks
who poke and provoke the new age of life?
How about a world where money means everything...
even if you've never had it.
Where inner city means poor
and people come knocking at your door
to bring you a bible and preach, teach, and screech
their words telling me I need to believe.
Believe?
Sir. Ma'am. Being,
Put me in a world where things have just begun.
No battle needs to be won
and there's ONE creator
who is greater than what man has made.
I mean money, cars, drugs, sex, power
so every hour someone can overtake another.

We've messed things up here, God.
But it's out of your hands now.
By this time I'm sure you're an atheist.