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"i can’t write poetry" by Greta Gromacki

  • Writer: Grapevine West High
    Grapevine West High
  • May 13
  • 2 min read

i can’t write poetry.

i don’t have the intellectual capability.

give me a line of poetry to read 

give me a line of poetry that’s up to my speed

tell me something i already know,

because we all know a blonde couldn’t make up something on her own

this rhymes

but this doesn’t

is this how you write poetry?

let me abide to the pattern of thought that others want for me 

and let me allow you to let a phrase leave your mouth so freely 

without worry

without thought behind the words

but that’s me right?

the world is corrupt

amidst corruption there is art

give me a line of poetry so i can finally say something smart

give me a line of poetry and i’ll shout it from my lungs

give me a line of poetry so it can dance off my tongue

give me a line of poetry

give me the line you think is the one

but this isn’t about poetry

i thought making art was supposed to be fun.


tell me how to be

tell me what to wear

tell me what to say

tell me why i care

because i could never think up a thought of my own 

you think i could create art?

are you dumb?

give me a line of poetry and i’ll paint it like Picasso

give me a line of poetry so my brain doesn’t feel so hollow

give me a line of poetry to read, 

because speech is what makes people think

give me a line of poetry to read, 

so the words i say finally stick

give me a line of poetry

because maybe if someone else writes it

that line of poetry 

will 

be wanted

give me a line of poetry that really makes me wonder

give me a line that will leave others to ponder

give me a line that even if i shouted as loud as i could and said, “i can write it better,”

i could contradict myself with,

“i can’t write poetry. remember?”

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