My Renaissance

Good evening pawns.

My writer has had a rough time lately with their beliefs.

You see, they are basically one of the only kids at school that believe what they do and it's hard to express their opinion without getting shot down.

So in English, when once again, their opinion got shot down, they decided to write a little poem.

Note that this isn't meant to offend or target anyone in particular,

There's been a lot of factors that have contributed to this.

Things like, well, school, and people slamming the things that I believe in, and I can't argue back because then somehow I'd be the one at fault.

Anyway, we have been learning about the Harlem Renaissance and going into depth with it, so this poem is called "My Renaissance."

I just have to get of off of my chest.

Here goes nothing:

My Renaissance

 

I'm not a perfect person

I've known since I was young

I will say hurtful things

And I will mean none of them

I'll praise, flatter, and compliment

I'll do what you tell me to do

But somehow I was offensive 

When I was trying to honor you

You call me the worst of things

And I'll tell you that it's fine

But if I misuse one term

You'll rip out my spine

I honestly don't care who you are

A person is a person to me

I just don't understand why

No one sees what I see.

There was a time when art was dominant

Around every turn

Along with math and science

There was always something to learn

A few centuries later

Amongst prejudice and critique

People of color came

And redefined art on Beale Street

Those are the only two

I know of at this time

But if I could have a moment

I'd like to tell you about mine

I could say what I want

And speak what I feel

I won't have to put on a show

I can express what is real

Whether you're gay, lesbian, straight 

Or whoever you feel you are

I'll accept you if you accept me

Is that really so hard?

If you're black, red, yellow

Or your history stands bold

I'll respect you if you respect me

We all have hearts of gold

So now that I've explained

A little bit about my Renaissance 

The one thing that I want the most

Just once, I won't do something wrong

Your Earl of Sweets,

Ciel Phantomhive