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Poetry Dedication Digital Project BY: MACKENZIE JACKSON
Dear Lost Ones, I am dedicating this to you out there that are just like me. When you think you’re the only one going through something and no one understands you. You’re wrong. I realized that I’m not the only that has gone through some tough stuff, and I’m telling you now, you’re not alone either. I hope by reading these poems, explications, and some of my original stuff will give you confidence to concur anything that comes your way! Sincerely, Your life twin
Classical Poem #1 Life and Art by Emma Lazarus Not while the fever of the blood is strong, The heart throbs loud, the eyes are veiled, no less With passion than with tears, the Muse shall bless The poet-sould to help and soothe with song. Not then she bids his trembling lips express The aching gladness, the voluptuous pain. Life is his poem then; flesh, sense, and brain One full-stringed lyre attuned to happiness. But when the dream is done, the pulses fail, The day's illusion, with the day's sun set, He, lonely in the twilight, sees the pale Divine Consoler, featured like Regret, Enter and clasp his hand and kiss his brow. Then his lips ope to sing--as mine do now.
Explication #1 In this poem, Life and Art, it talks about emotions and how Emma Lazarus character’s life in it is like a poem. Poems hold many different themes, rhythms, emotions, and lengths. Like in the lines of her this poem, “Life is his poem then; flesh, sense, and brain One full-stringed lyre attuned to happiness. But when the dream is done, the pulses fail,” each line of a poem is a part of his life, and when the poem ends, he is no more. He leaves this world and enter another. That’s what I understand from the last line, “Then his lips ope to sing--as mine do now.” To me, it symbolizes him singing his praises because he has gone to a better place, and we sing along with him. He’s made it through the harshness and joys of life, and ended up in an even happier, better place. A poem has meaning and depth. Each life has mean and definitely depth. So many things go on and it’s hard to put down on paper. In a poem you can sum up so many happenings to tell a story from experiences.
Classical Poem #2 Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou They try so much But they can't touch Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. My inner mystery. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size When I try to show them But when I start to tell them, They say they still can't see. They think I'm telling lies. I say, I say, It's in the arch of my back, It's in the reach of my arms The sun of my smile, The span of my hips, The ride of my breasts, The stride of my step, The grace of my style. The curl of my lips. I'm a woman I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, Phenomenal woman, That's me. That's me. I walk into a room Now you understand Just as cool as you please, Just why my head's not bowed. And to a man, I don't shout or jump about The fellows stand or Or have to talk real loud. Fall down on their knees. When you see me passing Then they swarm around me, It ought to make you proud. A hive of honey bees. I say, I say, It's in the click of my heels, It's the fire in my eyes, The bend of my hair, And the flash of my teeth, the palm of my hand, The swing in my waist, The need of my care, And the joy in my feet. 'Cause I'm a woman I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, Phenomenal woman, That's me. That's me.
Explication #2 I love this poem, Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou! Us women should walk tall and proud. We are strong and independent. If we walk with a sense of pride and confidence, people begin to wonder what is so different about us. Even in a crowd of young very pretty women with slim bodies and perfect features wonder; according to this section: “Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies.” Men are attracted to confidence just like this part is saying, “And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees.” They like a challenge and the chase. If we are confident and act like we are independent and don’t need a man to make us happy, they take that on and “swarm like a hive of bees”. Even men wonder what is so different and are drawn to us. We don’t have to be loud, or make a ruckus to get everyone’s attention. We just simply need to walk tall, be confident have pride in ourselves. We don’t need everyone else to feel accomplished or important.
Classical Poem #3 Hope by Emily Bronte Hope was but a timid friend; She sat without the grated den, Watching how my fate would tend, Even as selfish-hearted men. She was cruel in her fear; Through the bars, one dreary day, I looked out to see her there, And she turned her face away! Like a false guard, false watch keeping, Still, in strife, she whispered peace; She would sing while I was weeping; If I listened, she would cease. False she was, and unrelenting; When my last joys strewed the ground, Even Sorrow saw, repenting, Those sad relics scattered round; Hope, whose whisper would have given Balm to all my frenzied pain, Stretched her wings, and soared to heaven, Went, and ne'er returned again!
Explication #3 In this poem, Hope by Emily Bronte, is kind of depressing and sad. “Hope was but a timid friend; She sat without the grated den, Watching how my fate would tend, Even as selfish- hearted men.” I think hints to our courage. Once we have a sense of happiness and begin to hope, something happens and we become discouraged. The hope we had, is stolen away and left us in the state we were. Same as in this paragraph: “She was cruel in her fear; Through the bars, one dreary day, I looked out to see her there, And she turned her face away!” Again, we begin to hope, and once that hope is gone, we are left sad and depressed. We are afraid to look to hope again because we don’t want to get hurt and have to same thing happen to us over and over again. If we do being to be hopeful of something or someone, we are left to have our hearts broken again. The end of the poem sounds like the character in this has given up all hope and never saw it again: “Hope, whose whisper would have given Balm to all my frenzied pain, Stretched her wings, and soared to heaven, Went, and ne'er returned again!” Once we are full of hope and are high above the clouds and couldn’t be happier…we are brought down and again and crushed. Soon realizing the frequent reoccurrence and then giving up all hope.
Classical Poem #4 Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends. Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends.
Explication #4 The author, Shel Silverstein, wrote Where the Sidewalk Ends to tell the reader that there is a better place. Leave “the place where the smoke blows black” and walk with “a walk that is measured and slow”. The part where it says “watch where the chalk-white arrows go” I think means to follow your feet and keep walking and not to look back. Past the “asphalt flowers” and “dark street winds and bends” is where the “sidewalk ends”. Here, the grass grows soft and white, the sun burns crimson bright, and the moon-bird rests from his flight to cool in the peppermint wind. I believe this is saying that at the end, it’s peaceful and calm. You’ll be able to get away from the dark times or sadness, stress, depression, or anything else that is impacting you negatively and be able to relax and be at peace. Like the saying “there’s light at the end of every tunnel”. Things will be better in the end.
Classical Poem #5 Touched by An Angel by Maya Angelou We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life. Love arrives and in its train come ecstasies old memories of pleasure ancient histories of pain. Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the chains of fear from our souls. We are weaned from our timidity In the flush of love's light we dare be brave And suddenly we see that love costs all we are and will ever be. Yet it is only love which sets us free.
Explication #5 I love this poem that Maya Angelou wrote called “Touched by An Angel. It has so many truths to it; like the last 2 lines: Yet it is only love which sets us free. Without love in your life, you will be discouraged, fearful, in a degree of pain, and definitely lonely. When someone shows you love, you are happy and gain a sense of self-worth. I was asked one day if one could live without love. I said no in the beginning, but after reading this poem, I am more convinced that one cannot live without love. It’s a powerful thing and you don’t realize it until you’ve experienced it and the feelings that are involved.
Original Poem #1 Good Enough Have you ever had a thought Oh it’s just good enough That’s good enough Or I’m NOT good enough I’ve thought all of the above But I realized This is not the right mind set to have You should not just settle for good enough When looking for someone in the dating realm Never settle For the guy you think Is good enough When doing homework and projects Do the best you can And never say It’s/that’s good enough If you settle for good enough You won’t be satisfied With your spouse Or life in general We all want The best in life So do not settle For less than you deserve
Why? So many people have this kind of mind set of “good enough”. We think we aren’t good enough, that’s good enough, or they’re good enough. Just like I mentioned in the poem, you can’t just settle for less than you deserve. When looking for a person to date and maybe marry in the future, you don’t want to settle and say, “oh, he’s good enough”. expand your options and try new things. Meet new people and find the person that is just right for you. When doing homework and project, don’t do most of the requirements, do them all and do a good job. Don’t look at something you are some-what satisfied with and say it’s good enough. Now, the statement a lot of people say, “I’m not good enough.” This is not true! Everyone is their own person and perfect in their own way. We may think we have flaws, and we may but that opens an area of improvement if you’re not happy. That doesn’t mean you’re not good enough; for someone, a job, to succeed, anything. God made you in His image and created you to be exactly as you are. Be you, no one else.
Original Poem #2 Indescribable feeling No one word or phrase Can describe the feeling. The world becomes a haze When our eyes are meeting. In my stomach, butterflies Fluttering around and forgetting tomorrow. Knowing there will be no more goodbyes I will hold no more sorrow. The gentle touch of your hand Fingers entwined , I like it best. The meeting unplanned Only with you, I am truly blessed.
Why? I wrote this poem talking about that moment or first date with that amazing person. We get butterflies and can’t stop smiling. You share laughs and light conversations. In the end, it might not work out, but that doesn’t mean to stop looking for another opportunity to meet that special someone. A favorite quote of mine is, “It’s meant to be, even if it’s meant to be for a little while.” Everything happens for a reason. You get lost in each other’s eyes, as the night goes on, you don’t even think about tomorrow. You’re in the moment. And those kinds of moments were not made by chance, they have a purpose. You were suppose to meet that person and share those feelings with them. Maybe in the end things don’t work out, but you learn from experiences. You grow in your mistakes, and cherish the memories.
Original Poem #3 Man of my Dreams Tall, strong, and brawny, This man, I want for me. Not pail, thin, and scrawny, This, not my cup of tea. Handsome, witty, and wise, Skin not too fair, Bright ocean blue eyes, Dark chocolate colored hair. One who will love and protect, Being caring and compassionate, Unhappiness they would detect, And then become affectionate.
Why? Everyone won’t be on the same exact page as I am on this poem because everyone has their own image on that perfect man. Mine happens to be the tall, dark, and handsome. A lot of women may agree, but some may not and that’s fine. You know what you are attracted to. You know what kind of man catches your eye. You know what you like and want, so why not go after it? Take chances, be bold, and you may surprise yourself. I think everyone wants a man who will be there for them. If you’re unhappy and upset, you want them to comfort you and be compassionate. You want to feel protected and most of all, loved. You want to be treated like a princess. Everyone wants to be happy but are scared of falling in love and having their hearts broken. I cannot guarantee you will never be hurt, but I can promise you, you will find love.
Original Poem #4 Struggles Starting at an early age You being to realize What the world thinks Is a perfect mind..body..personality Looking in the mirror And being disgusted Not liking yourself And believing you are ugly Using man-made products To cover what you think Are imperfections Trying to become beautiful What you don’t realize Is that you are already beautiful In your own way And in everyway You’re afraid people will think You’re weird..strange..different You just want to be normal Who is to say what normal is?
Why? I wrote this poem because I know that so many people think of themselves as ugly or not pretty. You see all these adds and things on TV about make up and ways to cover up your true beauty. They can help with hiding some unwanted blemishes I’ll admit, but don’t cover up those freckles, moles, or smile lines because those make you who you are. They are you. So many people have plastic surgery and cake on the cover up to make themselves look as a Barbie doll would; the perfect skin, hair, body. Why would you want to look like something or someone everyone else wants to look like? Be unique and different. Stand out and make a statement that this is me. Don’t let anyone break you down. Who are they to judge and say what is normal?
Original Poem #5 Building a Wall Taking chances And getting hurt Scared of rejection And scared to venture My heart burdened heavy The pain of the past All of the love Now lies To protect what I hold dear To keepsake my heart of fear A wall was made To barricade.
Why? I know I’ve gone through this recently where I’m just tired of getting hurt and put down. To protect my heart, I built an emotional barricade or wall if you will. This way I will protect my feelings and be cautious on who I trust and if they are worthy of my affection. Holding back my heart from any passing guy, helps keep my sane and free from heartache. You may pretend not to care, but it’s simply not in our nature. With this wall, it makes “not caring” a little easier because you’re not giving your heart away to every guy that catches your attention and treats you like you’re the only person on earth. You will have guys come and treat you like you’re one in a million. You are, but they don’t realize it. This wall will protect you from the smooth talking, sweet words said by fork tongued men that will tell you anything and everything you want to hear. This way, that one guy that is willing to climb your wall and steal your heart will be eligible for you trust. Until then, be safe, protect your heart, and hold your ground.
Biography I am Mackenzie and I am a graduating senior. My whole middle school through high school career, I have been through a lot and have over come all of it. I’m not saying it was all bad, but there were definitely some trying times. In middle school, I let someone take my heart and everything seemed like a fairytale. The relationship ended drastically. I wasn’t sure of how he was taking it, but it really took a toll on me. After about a year and a half, I was able to try the relationship thing again. In my years of high school, I have been in many different relationships; whether it’s with friends, boyfriends, family, etc. I’ve been played, used, hurt, and taken advantage of. Thus, I built a wall around my heart to protect myself from the pain of life. I do have great times with guys, but I don’t give out my heart freely like I once did. I’ve made great memories with some great people! I’ve learned life lessons and overcame many obstacles. This project inspired me to share some of my stories in a way and spread hope to those who have gone through or are currently going through the same things. Something I’ve learned, you are never alone in anything.
Hope you enjoyed this poetry project! Just remember: “It’s meant to be, even if it’s meant to be for a little while” 

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  • 1. Poetry Dedication Digital Project BY: MACKENZIE JACKSON
  • 2. Dear Lost Ones, I am dedicating this to you out there that are just like me. When you think you’re the only one going through something and no one understands you. You’re wrong. I realized that I’m not the only that has gone through some tough stuff, and I’m telling you now, you’re not alone either. I hope by reading these poems, explications, and some of my original stuff will give you confidence to concur anything that comes your way! Sincerely, Your life twin
  • 3. Classical Poem #1 Life and Art by Emma Lazarus Not while the fever of the blood is strong, The heart throbs loud, the eyes are veiled, no less With passion than with tears, the Muse shall bless The poet-sould to help and soothe with song. Not then she bids his trembling lips express The aching gladness, the voluptuous pain. Life is his poem then; flesh, sense, and brain One full-stringed lyre attuned to happiness. But when the dream is done, the pulses fail, The day's illusion, with the day's sun set, He, lonely in the twilight, sees the pale Divine Consoler, featured like Regret, Enter and clasp his hand and kiss his brow. Then his lips ope to sing--as mine do now.
  • 4. Explication #1 In this poem, Life and Art, it talks about emotions and how Emma Lazarus character’s life in it is like a poem. Poems hold many different themes, rhythms, emotions, and lengths. Like in the lines of her this poem, “Life is his poem then; flesh, sense, and brain One full-stringed lyre attuned to happiness. But when the dream is done, the pulses fail,” each line of a poem is a part of his life, and when the poem ends, he is no more. He leaves this world and enter another. That’s what I understand from the last line, “Then his lips ope to sing--as mine do now.” To me, it symbolizes him singing his praises because he has gone to a better place, and we sing along with him. He’s made it through the harshness and joys of life, and ended up in an even happier, better place. A poem has meaning and depth. Each life has mean and definitely depth. So many things go on and it’s hard to put down on paper. In a poem you can sum up so many happenings to tell a story from experiences.
  • 5. Classical Poem #2 Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou They try so much But they can't touch Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. My inner mystery. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size When I try to show them But when I start to tell them, They say they still can't see. They think I'm telling lies. I say, I say, It's in the arch of my back, It's in the reach of my arms The sun of my smile, The span of my hips, The ride of my breasts, The stride of my step, The grace of my style. The curl of my lips. I'm a woman I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, Phenomenal woman, That's me. That's me. I walk into a room Now you understand Just as cool as you please, Just why my head's not bowed. And to a man, I don't shout or jump about The fellows stand or Or have to talk real loud. Fall down on their knees. When you see me passing Then they swarm around me, It ought to make you proud. A hive of honey bees. I say, I say, It's in the click of my heels, It's the fire in my eyes, The bend of my hair, And the flash of my teeth, the palm of my hand, The swing in my waist, The need of my care, And the joy in my feet. 'Cause I'm a woman I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, Phenomenal woman, That's me. That's me.
  • 6. Explication #2 I love this poem, Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou! Us women should walk tall and proud. We are strong and independent. If we walk with a sense of pride and confidence, people begin to wonder what is so different about us. Even in a crowd of young very pretty women with slim bodies and perfect features wonder; according to this section: “Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies.” Men are attracted to confidence just like this part is saying, “And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees.” They like a challenge and the chase. If we are confident and act like we are independent and don’t need a man to make us happy, they take that on and “swarm like a hive of bees”. Even men wonder what is so different and are drawn to us. We don’t have to be loud, or make a ruckus to get everyone’s attention. We just simply need to walk tall, be confident have pride in ourselves. We don’t need everyone else to feel accomplished or important.
  • 7. Classical Poem #3 Hope by Emily Bronte Hope was but a timid friend; She sat without the grated den, Watching how my fate would tend, Even as selfish-hearted men. She was cruel in her fear; Through the bars, one dreary day, I looked out to see her there, And she turned her face away! Like a false guard, false watch keeping, Still, in strife, she whispered peace; She would sing while I was weeping; If I listened, she would cease. False she was, and unrelenting; When my last joys strewed the ground, Even Sorrow saw, repenting, Those sad relics scattered round; Hope, whose whisper would have given Balm to all my frenzied pain, Stretched her wings, and soared to heaven, Went, and ne'er returned again!
  • 8. Explication #3 In this poem, Hope by Emily Bronte, is kind of depressing and sad. “Hope was but a timid friend; She sat without the grated den, Watching how my fate would tend, Even as selfish- hearted men.” I think hints to our courage. Once we have a sense of happiness and begin to hope, something happens and we become discouraged. The hope we had, is stolen away and left us in the state we were. Same as in this paragraph: “She was cruel in her fear; Through the bars, one dreary day, I looked out to see her there, And she turned her face away!” Again, we begin to hope, and once that hope is gone, we are left sad and depressed. We are afraid to look to hope again because we don’t want to get hurt and have to same thing happen to us over and over again. If we do being to be hopeful of something or someone, we are left to have our hearts broken again. The end of the poem sounds like the character in this has given up all hope and never saw it again: “Hope, whose whisper would have given Balm to all my frenzied pain, Stretched her wings, and soared to heaven, Went, and ne'er returned again!” Once we are full of hope and are high above the clouds and couldn’t be happier…we are brought down and again and crushed. Soon realizing the frequent reoccurrence and then giving up all hope.
  • 9. Classical Poem #4 Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends. Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends.
  • 10. Explication #4 The author, Shel Silverstein, wrote Where the Sidewalk Ends to tell the reader that there is a better place. Leave “the place where the smoke blows black” and walk with “a walk that is measured and slow”. The part where it says “watch where the chalk-white arrows go” I think means to follow your feet and keep walking and not to look back. Past the “asphalt flowers” and “dark street winds and bends” is where the “sidewalk ends”. Here, the grass grows soft and white, the sun burns crimson bright, and the moon-bird rests from his flight to cool in the peppermint wind. I believe this is saying that at the end, it’s peaceful and calm. You’ll be able to get away from the dark times or sadness, stress, depression, or anything else that is impacting you negatively and be able to relax and be at peace. Like the saying “there’s light at the end of every tunnel”. Things will be better in the end.
  • 11. Classical Poem #5 Touched by An Angel by Maya Angelou We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life. Love arrives and in its train come ecstasies old memories of pleasure ancient histories of pain. Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the chains of fear from our souls. We are weaned from our timidity In the flush of love's light we dare be brave And suddenly we see that love costs all we are and will ever be. Yet it is only love which sets us free.
  • 12. Explication #5 I love this poem that Maya Angelou wrote called “Touched by An Angel. It has so many truths to it; like the last 2 lines: Yet it is only love which sets us free. Without love in your life, you will be discouraged, fearful, in a degree of pain, and definitely lonely. When someone shows you love, you are happy and gain a sense of self-worth. I was asked one day if one could live without love. I said no in the beginning, but after reading this poem, I am more convinced that one cannot live without love. It’s a powerful thing and you don’t realize it until you’ve experienced it and the feelings that are involved.
  • 13. Original Poem #1 Good Enough Have you ever had a thought Oh it’s just good enough That’s good enough Or I’m NOT good enough I’ve thought all of the above But I realized This is not the right mind set to have You should not just settle for good enough When looking for someone in the dating realm Never settle For the guy you think Is good enough When doing homework and projects Do the best you can And never say It’s/that’s good enough If you settle for good enough You won’t be satisfied With your spouse Or life in general We all want The best in life So do not settle For less than you deserve
  • 14. Why? So many people have this kind of mind set of “good enough”. We think we aren’t good enough, that’s good enough, or they’re good enough. Just like I mentioned in the poem, you can’t just settle for less than you deserve. When looking for a person to date and maybe marry in the future, you don’t want to settle and say, “oh, he’s good enough”. expand your options and try new things. Meet new people and find the person that is just right for you. When doing homework and project, don’t do most of the requirements, do them all and do a good job. Don’t look at something you are some-what satisfied with and say it’s good enough. Now, the statement a lot of people say, “I’m not good enough.” This is not true! Everyone is their own person and perfect in their own way. We may think we have flaws, and we may but that opens an area of improvement if you’re not happy. That doesn’t mean you’re not good enough; for someone, a job, to succeed, anything. God made you in His image and created you to be exactly as you are. Be you, no one else.
  • 15. Original Poem #2 Indescribable feeling No one word or phrase Can describe the feeling. The world becomes a haze When our eyes are meeting. In my stomach, butterflies Fluttering around and forgetting tomorrow. Knowing there will be no more goodbyes I will hold no more sorrow. The gentle touch of your hand Fingers entwined , I like it best. The meeting unplanned Only with you, I am truly blessed.
  • 16. Why? I wrote this poem talking about that moment or first date with that amazing person. We get butterflies and can’t stop smiling. You share laughs and light conversations. In the end, it might not work out, but that doesn’t mean to stop looking for another opportunity to meet that special someone. A favorite quote of mine is, “It’s meant to be, even if it’s meant to be for a little while.” Everything happens for a reason. You get lost in each other’s eyes, as the night goes on, you don’t even think about tomorrow. You’re in the moment. And those kinds of moments were not made by chance, they have a purpose. You were suppose to meet that person and share those feelings with them. Maybe in the end things don’t work out, but you learn from experiences. You grow in your mistakes, and cherish the memories.
  • 17. Original Poem #3 Man of my Dreams Tall, strong, and brawny, This man, I want for me. Not pail, thin, and scrawny, This, not my cup of tea. Handsome, witty, and wise, Skin not too fair, Bright ocean blue eyes, Dark chocolate colored hair. One who will love and protect, Being caring and compassionate, Unhappiness they would detect, And then become affectionate.
  • 18. Why? Everyone won’t be on the same exact page as I am on this poem because everyone has their own image on that perfect man. Mine happens to be the tall, dark, and handsome. A lot of women may agree, but some may not and that’s fine. You know what you are attracted to. You know what kind of man catches your eye. You know what you like and want, so why not go after it? Take chances, be bold, and you may surprise yourself. I think everyone wants a man who will be there for them. If you’re unhappy and upset, you want them to comfort you and be compassionate. You want to feel protected and most of all, loved. You want to be treated like a princess. Everyone wants to be happy but are scared of falling in love and having their hearts broken. I cannot guarantee you will never be hurt, but I can promise you, you will find love.
  • 19. Original Poem #4 Struggles Starting at an early age You being to realize What the world thinks Is a perfect mind..body..personality Looking in the mirror And being disgusted Not liking yourself And believing you are ugly Using man-made products To cover what you think Are imperfections Trying to become beautiful What you don’t realize Is that you are already beautiful In your own way And in everyway You’re afraid people will think You’re weird..strange..different You just want to be normal Who is to say what normal is?
  • 20. Why? I wrote this poem because I know that so many people think of themselves as ugly or not pretty. You see all these adds and things on TV about make up and ways to cover up your true beauty. They can help with hiding some unwanted blemishes I’ll admit, but don’t cover up those freckles, moles, or smile lines because those make you who you are. They are you. So many people have plastic surgery and cake on the cover up to make themselves look as a Barbie doll would; the perfect skin, hair, body. Why would you want to look like something or someone everyone else wants to look like? Be unique and different. Stand out and make a statement that this is me. Don’t let anyone break you down. Who are they to judge and say what is normal?
  • 21. Original Poem #5 Building a Wall Taking chances And getting hurt Scared of rejection And scared to venture My heart burdened heavy The pain of the past All of the love Now lies To protect what I hold dear To keepsake my heart of fear A wall was made To barricade.
  • 22. Why? I know I’ve gone through this recently where I’m just tired of getting hurt and put down. To protect my heart, I built an emotional barricade or wall if you will. This way I will protect my feelings and be cautious on who I trust and if they are worthy of my affection. Holding back my heart from any passing guy, helps keep my sane and free from heartache. You may pretend not to care, but it’s simply not in our nature. With this wall, it makes “not caring” a little easier because you’re not giving your heart away to every guy that catches your attention and treats you like you’re the only person on earth. You will have guys come and treat you like you’re one in a million. You are, but they don’t realize it. This wall will protect you from the smooth talking, sweet words said by fork tongued men that will tell you anything and everything you want to hear. This way, that one guy that is willing to climb your wall and steal your heart will be eligible for you trust. Until then, be safe, protect your heart, and hold your ground.
  • 23. Biography I am Mackenzie and I am a graduating senior. My whole middle school through high school career, I have been through a lot and have over come all of it. I’m not saying it was all bad, but there were definitely some trying times. In middle school, I let someone take my heart and everything seemed like a fairytale. The relationship ended drastically. I wasn’t sure of how he was taking it, but it really took a toll on me. After about a year and a half, I was able to try the relationship thing again. In my years of high school, I have been in many different relationships; whether it’s with friends, boyfriends, family, etc. I’ve been played, used, hurt, and taken advantage of. Thus, I built a wall around my heart to protect myself from the pain of life. I do have great times with guys, but I don’t give out my heart freely like I once did. I’ve made great memories with some great people! I’ve learned life lessons and overcame many obstacles. This project inspired me to share some of my stories in a way and spread hope to those who have gone through or are currently going through the same things. Something I’ve learned, you are never alone in anything.
  • 24. Hope you enjoyed this poetry project! Just remember: “It’s meant to be, even if it’s meant to be for a little while” 