Monday……

Today was weird.It was like one of these days ….where nothing feels right maybe cuz It was a rainny cold Monday( kind of strange for a day of summer).The second session of my TWA summer claasses started.Poetry and Slam poetry sounded very fun on the paper but when I walked into that classroom,I didn’t feel the “wooooooow ”.Again maybe it because it ’s Monday.Everyone at the program was preety much on their chill mode.Nothing was exciting.Espacially not the fact that me ,Quisha and Leslie had to walk all the way to the food stands under the rain to get lunch.That really sucked.I was so cold and wanted to go home so bad.

Today wasn’t  all lost though ,I  learned something in Bernad’s Slam Poetry class.The big question of the day was:

What is poetry?Poetry to me is an art.It is a way to say the things that can not be said in real life.I write poem when I can’t get my feelings out my mouth.I write to let anger out or what ever feelings that inside of me at the moment.It give me another way out .Poetry is everything.It surround us every day ,every minute ,every second.It simply whatever we want to make it into.