50p
Good Morning
The Brentwood Slam Poetry Club will be hosting a Slam Poetry competition on Thursday March 6 at 5:00 in the McNeill Centre. Winners will represent Brentwood at the Victorious Voices competition later in the year. To encourage potential Slammers, Jocelyn K, Allard ‘14 & Carolina M, Allard ’14 performed this at Assembly today.
Do not smile at me
My face has more warning signs than the US-Mexico border Do not speak to me
There is nothing urgent enough to say
That can’t wait until after I start my day Do not approach me
My inner energy creates a force field of negativity
Then hangs a sign on the outside
Warning: Do Not Enter Trespassers Will Be Shot On Site Do not mistake me
My silence is not an invitation for your words
Not a void you must fill with chatter
It is a wall, a barricade,
A fortress that I hide in
Not for my sake, but for yours
Because I keep my dragons chained inside
Shackled to my lungs sleeping on my tongue
Because even the smallest whisper wakes them
And then the fire show begin
And I won’t be able to stop you from getting burned Congratulations, the world has spun 360 degrees
As it does every day
So how about I do the same?
Will you celebrate every turn I make?
Or maybe I’ll just go half way
So you can kiss my &%$!
Has that wiped the smile off your face? Please continue to say stupid things to me
It’s not like I glare at every word you speak
But maybe you should read the dictionary
Because I don’t think you understand everything you say Good morning is an oxymoron
A phrase so stupid that it’s a profanity
Because when it stumbles out to your mouth and flops down on my lap
The goodness of my morning wants to reach out and breaks its neck “You look tired”
It’s too early for sugar coating
My sweet tooth has yet to wake up
So why don’t you try the truth
I mean I know it’s not something you’re used to
But I’d rather you say “You look like crap”
Then wrapping it up in nice paper and hiding it
So only I can see the real gift inside I’ve warned you once and twice and thrice again
But you don’t heed my warning so I'm concluding that you're brain dead
So how about one more warning
For old times’ sake
Do not talk to me in the morning Jocelyn K, Allard ‘14 & Carolina M, Allard ‘14
My face has more warning signs than the US-Mexico border Do not speak to me
There is nothing urgent enough to say
That can’t wait until after I start my day Do not approach me
My inner energy creates a force field of negativity
Then hangs a sign on the outside
Warning: Do Not Enter Trespassers Will Be Shot On Site Do not mistake me
My silence is not an invitation for your words
Not a void you must fill with chatter
It is a wall, a barricade,
A fortress that I hide in
Not for my sake, but for yours
Because I keep my dragons chained inside
Shackled to my lungs sleeping on my tongue
Because even the smallest whisper wakes them
And then the fire show begin
And I won’t be able to stop you from getting burned Congratulations, the world has spun 360 degrees
As it does every day
So how about I do the same?
Will you celebrate every turn I make?
Or maybe I’ll just go half way
So you can kiss my &%$!
Has that wiped the smile off your face? Please continue to say stupid things to me
It’s not like I glare at every word you speak
But maybe you should read the dictionary
Because I don’t think you understand everything you say Good morning is an oxymoron
A phrase so stupid that it’s a profanity
Because when it stumbles out to your mouth and flops down on my lap
The goodness of my morning wants to reach out and breaks its neck “You look tired”
It’s too early for sugar coating
My sweet tooth has yet to wake up
So why don’t you try the truth
I mean I know it’s not something you’re used to
But I’d rather you say “You look like crap”
Then wrapping it up in nice paper and hiding it
So only I can see the real gift inside I’ve warned you once and twice and thrice again
But you don’t heed my warning so I'm concluding that you're brain dead
So how about one more warning
For old times’ sake
Do not talk to me in the morning Jocelyn K, Allard ‘14 & Carolina M, Allard ‘14