My Sonnet
So last Wednesday my English teacher asked my class to write their own sonnets by Friday, so heres mine. (pff I best get an A, worked my ass off rymming :I)
"It's like a creature growing inside me
It feeds off of memory, thoughts, and feat
But I do not mind because I agree
That passion is something I cannot beat
Since I was little I could Remember
Painting dinosaurs on printer paper
And using cracked crayons in December
To make Christmas cards was my fav labor
I can see the potential crystal clear
The way the canvas starts out lifeless, blank
The way these bare hands maneuver and smear
And the way the colors rawr like Rembrant
I don't think my dreams are far from a reach
I just have to work hard until I screech"
-Genesis M. (a.k.a amateur artist)