Both Boys.
One White.
One Black.
The difference, however, is not colour.
Here stands a boy;
A brother just like every other.
TV is but who he is a follower.
A big phat sweatshirt whose name is Echo.
Then jeans that are much too big for this fellow.
His shoes are new with no dirt in view.
His baseball cap sideways,
With a tag from his crew.
All of his attire is what he desires.
But only he, and the people on TV,
Care that his socks are Nike.
Standing there beside him is his friend.
This boy in a very different trend.
This, also, seen on TV.
But different from his buddy, homey G.
A boy who thinks he is like no other,
Rebellion is what he has discovered.
However, his ripped t-shirt,
From the time of Siskel and Ebert,
Is also a fancy of many.
On his feet are high tops and no socks.
The difference these mates create,
Is nothing but different family traits.
Why is style so important?
For boys to express their emotion?
When who you are is what you say.
What you wear is simply
Foreplay for the eye of a potential soul mate.
-Catherine Eagles
This poem I wrote, oh geeze, probably almost 10 years ago now! Whoa I'm old! Anyways, I was working at a hot dog stand at the Butchart Gardens in Victoria, I was bored and noticed these two boys and a poem sprang out of nowhere. I had never written any poetry, but this came to me as I was observing these gentlemen. I wrote another poem that day, but I can't find it. That was the extent of my poetry writing to this day!
I think this tells me that anyone can be a poet! This poem I'm sure does not follow any kind of poetry rules but to me it is poetry. I think to engage ALL students in poetry, there must be some freedom. I don't believe there are borders to what poetry can be. Release poetry from its cage! haha.