I got asked today "Why writing?"
"What are you going to do with that?"
Without a chance to answer I went
within myself and asked myself those
same questions.
I figured out why and here's what as well.
I want want to be a writer and a professor
so that I can shape people's minds into a
mold of clay so mushy and shapeless into
something that will enable them to turn into
anything they want. I want to write lines
that keep people on the edge of their seat
waiting to read the next line only to realize that
they are on the last line of the final stanza.
I want my students to read my poetry and
say "wow this professor really knows his stuff"
I want to be able to gain so much knowledge
from my education that I will make minds tremble
like earth quakes to create grand canyons within their
undeveloped minds. I want to impact the world and
leave something for it to learn from. Not just by those
who are going to remember me but remembered by
a piece of paper that other professors tell their students
"write a critique on this and bring it in on monday."
Don't you go telling me that "I'm wrong" that "I'm wasting my
time" because at least I know where I'm going
and what kind of mark on the page I want to leave behind.
I tell you now all those that doubt that I'm going
to get there. I will and all I have to do is show you.
And all you have to do is believe in me, trust me,
encourage me but do not put me down because you
wait and see that I will become the man of my dreams
because he's someone who's going to be someone you
lean on to care for you and read when you're having a
terrible day.
I tell my fingers to type and they type
I tell my fingers to write and they write
I tell my fingers to wrap themselves around
a writing utensil so they can create worlds
of envy, of anger, of a beautiful existence
that will make people cry.
Now let me ask you.
What will you do with your life.
Who are you going to teach and
why are you into what you're into?!?
ANSWER ME THIS AND DO NOT RUNAWAY BEFORE I ANSWER. YOU COWARD.
YOU with your double standards. Why do YOU
want to teach? why aren't YOU doing what you've
always dreamed of? Just cause of insecurities. Hmph.
such a weak person and quick to influence.
At least I know. oh I know and i'll show the world
that I can do whatever it is what i want in the world.
Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 10:18 PM UTC
I got asked today "Why writing?"
"What are you going to do with that?"
Without a chance to answer I went
within myself and asked myself those
same questions.
I figured out why and here's what as well.
I want want to be a writer and a professor
so that I can shape people's minds into a
mold of clay so mushy and shapeless into
something that will enable them to turn into
anything they want. I want to write lines
that keep people on the edge of their seat
waiting to read the next line only to realize that
they are on the last line of the final stanza.
I want my students to read my poetry and
say "wow this professor really knows his stuff"
I want to be able to gain so much knowledge
from my education that I will make minds tremble
like earth quakes to create grand canyons within their
undeveloped minds. I want to impact the world and
leave something for it to learn from. Not just by those
who are going to remember me but remembered by
a piece of paper that other professors tell their students
"write a critique on this and bring it in on monday."
Don't you go telling me that "I'm wrong" that "I'm wasting my
time" because at least I know where I'm going
and what kind of mark on the page I want to leave behind.
I tell you now all those that doubt that I'm going
to get there. I will and all I have to do is show you.
And all you have to do is believe in me, trust me,
encourage me but do not put me down because you
wait and see that I will become the man of my dreams
because he's someone who's going to be someone you
lean on to care for you and read when you're having a
terrible day.
I tell my fingers to type and they type
I tell my fingers to write and they write
I tell my fingers to wrap themselves around
a writing utensil so they can create worlds
of envy, of anger, of a beautiful existence
that will make people cry.
Now let me ask you.
What will you do with your life.
Who are you going to teach and
why are you into what you're into?!?
ANSWER ME THIS AND DO NOT RUNAWAY BEFORE I ANSWER. YOU COWARD.
YOU with your double standards. Why do YOU
want to teach? why aren't YOU doing what you've
always dreamed of? Just cause of insecurities. Hmph.
such a weak person and quick to influence.
At least I know. oh I know and i'll show the world
that I can do whatever it is what i want in the world.
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