Analysis of My Evolving Love For English
When I was five
English looked like an alien
Something incomprehensible
An enigma
When I was six
English still looked like an alien
Something foreign
I couldn’t wrap my head around-
It made me feel like an alien too
When I was seven
English looked like math
Something familiar yet
I couldn’t understand
Both had their challenges that I was not ready to face
Not yet
When I was eight
English looked like an enemy
Something oppressive
Everyone and everything knew
The big bold lettering on the exit sign knew
John with an IQ of four knew
I was pulled out of class I-
Was embarrassed
I failed
All because of English
When I was nine
English looked like an amateur magician
Something cheating
Everyone could see the understanding
Yet I still couldn’t see
Couldn’t comprehend
My eyes were so far away
I was blind
When I was ten
English looked like a mystery
Something puzzling
I couldn’t quite grasp
And while I didn’t love it just yet
I couldn’t deny the thrill
Of unraveling it secrets
When I was eleven
English looked like an extraordinary
Something powerful
A force to be reckoned with
The meaning began to seep into my bones
Taking root in my youthful mind
When I was twelve
English looked like coffee
Something bittersweet
It awakened aggrieved memories
But I was transfixed by the words, the creativity-
The feelings
When I was thirteen
English looked,felt, like pain
Something agonizing
Everyone was sick-
We were all stuck
All I ever did was-
Read
And write
And stare
At the words on my screen
Second by Second
Minute by minute
The words clouded and I was forced to shut my eyes
When I was fourteen
English felt like a hobby
Something pleasing
Not yet quite committed
But allowed me to be free
When I was fifteen
English felt like my mom
Something, someone, I loved
It embodied her
Consumed her and now-
It consumed me
When I was sixteen
English felt like my soul
Something spirited
It was as if I was reborn through the language
I couldn’t explain it
My profound love
For English
So
As I am writing this poem
My heart
Has filled once again.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1111 10111100 1000100 1010 1111 101111100 1010 1111101 1111111001 11110 10111 100101 1101 11110011111011 11 1111 10111100 10010 100101 011100101011 1111111 1111111 1010 11 101110 1111 1011110010 1010 10110010 11111 101 1101101 111 1111 10110100 10100 1111 01111111 110101 10100110 111010 101110100 10100 0111101 01001110111 10101101 1111 101110 1010 101001100 1110110100100 010 11111 10111 101000 1011 1011 111011 1 01 01 101111 10110 10110 011001111111 11111 1011010 1010 111010 1011111 11101 101111 10111 10100 01001 1011 11101 101111 10100 111111111010 11011 1011 110 1 11110110 11 11101 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 2,120 |
Words | 428 |
Sentences | 2 |
Stanzas | 13 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 5, 6, 10, 8, 7, 6, 6, 13, 5, 6, 7, 4 |
Lines Amount | 87 |
Letters per line (avg) | 19 |
Words per line (avg) | 4 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 127 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 28 |
About this poem
This poem is about a time in my life where I struggled immensely with English. At a very young age I was enrolled in an immersion program . By studying this new language, it took away from my knowledge of my natural born language. It was pretty embarrassing and frightening at the time because it was an odd feeling not being totally comfortable speaking your innate language.
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