For this poem i used the song Neon Gravestones by Twenty One Pilots. This song is about the idea that we glorify suicide today making it almost seem like a good thing because of the publicity that comes with it and by doing that we in turn encourage suicide whether we had good intentions or not at the start. I enjoy this song and agree with it, however i don’t believe he focuses on the main point as much as I’d hope so i decided to lessen the background information and put a large emphasis on the main theme and making it carry weight with it. The “no.” is bolded because it is supposed to be an abrupt and stern disagreement. At first i wasn’t sure whether i wanted to keep the term neon gravestones, but i decided that it was a very interesting and ironic term that would fit well.
While reading Emily Badgers Whites Have a Huge Wealth Edge Over Blacks (but don’t know it), I found myself reading certain sentences and then imagining how someone might respond with an argument over the research and material Badger references. I decided to take a few statements from the researchers she interviews in the article, and rearrange the sentences in a way that would mirror a counter ‘argument’ or more rightly put, a biased opinion. I chose this piece for my found poem because it triggered the anger and frustration that I’ve been feeling over the last few years as I have come to understand more about our country and society.
Reading this article, I was also reminded of the themes and rhetoric around the subject of inequality that I have heard growing up in a relatively wealthy, liberal town. People in my hometown really like to pride themselves with not being racist, and believing in a post-racial society, where these issues have been ‘overcome’. It wasn’t until moving away and then returning that I saw how untrue those ideas were, in addition to the fact that those beliefs are actually a major cause of what continues to fuel the inequality and wealth gap. This article summed up information that has been known, and circulated through media time and time again, and it emphasizes white Americas unwillingness to acknowledge its continuity. In my poem, I attempted to highlight a consistent theme of that unwillingness that I observe in the media and in conversations with people of varying political backgrounds.
Badger, Emily. “Whites Have Huge Wealth Edge Over Blacks (but don’t know it).” The New York Times 18 Sep. 2017: 7. The New York Times Web. 5 Nov. 2017.
My Found Poem is from the song Warrior by Demi Lovato. I chose this song because Demi and I grew up with similar family dynamics. This song in particular was the best for me to pull apart and rearrange in a way that fit me.
As many of you know, I haven’t been in class lately. An incident occured and I’ve been hiding myself in my room every day. This is a position that I’ve unfortunately been in before. But enough is enough. I will no longer let the situation(s) get me down. I’m not broken. I am taking my life back. I am a warrior. And I will see you all on Monday, guaranteed.
My found poem uses words from an article found on the website, “Psychology Today”. The article is about Rape Allegations and accusations that take place in society. The reason I chose this article was because this is an issue in the U.S that seemingly never can be solved. It’s horrible to think that people have to suffer through this every single day. I enjoyed creating and reading this project, because everyone’s is unique and creative when we mix and match the words from our different articles. I chose to sort the words in a particular way, because it gives the poem more meaning.
My poem is based off the highly controversial song “Rape Me” by Nirvana. Although Kurt Cobain (rest his soul) wrote this song as an anti-rape song, it was still met with criticism because of the obscene lyrics. This song would clearly be offensive to victims of rape and others affected by the crime. I used this song for the poem because it is highly offensive, despite the best intentions of the writer. I tried rearranging the lyrics used in the song to make three stanzas, and I didn’t do much to really make this jump out at the reader. A main lyric I focused on was “I’m not the only one” to try and signify that there are over 321,500 victims (age 12 or older) of rape and sexual assault each year in our country.
For my found poem, I chose to use an article on the 2006 Duke Lacrosse team scandal. The event occurred when 3 members of the Duke Lacrosse team, were falsely accused of raping a woman whom they had hired to dance at a house party. During this case, the media jumped straight to the conclusion that the three white men were guilty, even though it never even made it to trial. Despite the fact that the three players were found innocent, this did not stop the impact that the scandal had on their lives. Families of the players claim that the three mens’ lives were ruined after this event as no institution, or business wanted anything to do with them. Causing their lives to turn into a harsh struggle despite the fact that the claims were found to be not true.
I titled the poem “Words” because this event showcases the power of words, and what just one person can do with a lie. Words like trial have been put off to the side of the poem replicating what was done in real life. More importantly, the phrase “the truth” has been turned upside-down and tossed to the side as well, also replicating what the media did to the truth in the case. I did not include any of the names of the people involved in the event because of how easy it is for something like this to happen in any other case. Lives can be changed forever simply with words.
This is America, slippin’ up, livin’, Police be trippin’
America, Guns, I gotta carry ’em, This is guerilla, I’m so cold
Tell somebody, tell somebody, black man, black man
This is America, this is a cell
America, You owe, black man
You, kenneled him, no proper life.
The song “This is America” by Childish Gambino is considered one of the most controversial songs of 2018. The music video depicts things like gun violence that made citizens question the levels of equality still in our society today. I put together this poem to remind people of the mistreatment of black citizens throughout our country’s history. I wanted to highlight this problem in our society, as equality is something we still need to strive for. People of all races need to speak up and come together to progress our culture as a whole.
Now to my poem. I put together the poem in a very strategic pattern. For one, the background is very bland and dark. I felt this would be fitting as it creates this very cold undertone on the poem. Also, this isn’t a brick wall where all the bricks are the same size; I used this as it related to the unequal treatment of different citizens in our country. Next I made certain phrases larger than the other words. I did this so it isolates phrases that connect America to the inequalities felt by black citizens. Words like “cold,” “cell, and”kenneling” highlight the idea that black citizens have been isolated and pushed down, repressing them as a whole. Another key factor of the format is how the lines are arrange. First, all of the lines are spaced horizontally with different spaces to exemplify the uneven opportunity that our country had faced. Second, the last line purposely is slanted off. The line “no proper life,” is slanted off to reiterate the idea of inequality. All the other lines are level, but I slanted that last line to grab the reader’s attention and let that idea sit with each individual. Overall, I hope my display of inequality shines a lot the problem that lies in our everyday lives.
I did my found poem on a topic that happens way more than it should, School Shootings. This article was published by The Washington Post and was trending for months. This article talking about how 2018 was the deadliest year for school shootings compared to deployed service members. I used this article because it has a topic that me the most upset. With this article, I first used white-out to get rid of words that did not relate as much to the event. After whiting out words, I printed out another copy of this article and cut out the words that I left on the first copy. Then, I set up the words I left out in a way that would make this long repetitive article show its meaning. This poem isn’t as long because a good amount of the words repeated too many times, which also isn’t a bad thing. What I tried to do with my poem is to show the reader that through terrible situations we make break from, we can all come together.
The article I used for my found poem was not something I saw right away that upset me. This is about a young man named Danye Jones who was found dead hanging from a tree. It’s a sensitive topic to talk about and it is upsetting, but what is more upsetting is the reason I used this for my poem. The way I had found out about this was not through the news, but through social media. The police and detectives with the “Crime Against Persons” association are ruling this incident out as a suicide. No matter what the evidence says, no one just seems to care enough about a young black man being murdered for it to be spoken about publicly. Social media platforms have even been deleting posts about this topic.
Danye’s mother, Melissa McKinnies, has been an active protester for the Black Lives Matter movement for a long time. McKinnies believes that this is the reason for these happenings. In the past they have received dangerous packages delivered to their door, constant threats, and now the death of her own son. McKinnies states that the bedsheets that had been used for the murder do not match any that were in their house, and Danye had never showed any sign of being upset, let alone being suicidal.
I saw the posts about the death of Danye Jones on Twitter and had decided to look into it myself. I discovered nothing on the actual news websites or anything I usually read/watch daily news on, I had only found blogs and of course more posts and hashtags on social media. It took me a couple of drafts and a few printouts of this article to really find the perfect way to portray this matter but in reality no words can really describe the pain that these people go through when our own authority is against us.