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'Hide and Seek' by Imogen Heap

Paint my face in your magazines, make it look whiter than it seems Paint me over with your dreams, shove away my ethnicity Burn every notion that I may have a flame inside to fight And say just what is on my mind, without offending your might .Cuz this life is too short to live it just for you But when you feel so powerless what are you gonna do So say what you want Say what you want

What are the different forms of poetry?What are the characteristics of poetry?How can you use the meaning, sound, and rhythm of words to trigger emotions and thoughts?

'Powerless' by Nelly Furtado

'The Sea of Sunset' by Emily Dickinson

Turn off your radio, turn up your stereo, Northwest rock rock on whats the scenario.Four years ago, two students skipping class went and Crafted an album, some called it a classic but,We've grown past it - was good while it lasted,Now its time to put the education into practice,Beats, rhymes, rice, be the breakfast of champions,We hold the whole town down together with the plan to hold the mic With compassion like Yuri did Malcolm,Travelled down the coast since we dropped the last album.That plus one is how long we've been war torn.It's the return of the hard knock and the hardcoreFrom hard rock to hip hop the migration of flocks who once mocked what we ride forit's side war, from side walks to billboards and stores telling all poor people that the world is yours,But this money is ours you can get a little back. You start putting in hours you can widen the gap,But you can see it in the towers standing next to the squatters Who be wandering the city in search of a job offer.

'Bayani' by Blue Scholars

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:But O heart! heart! heart!O the bleeding drops of red,Where on the deck my Captain lies,Fallen cold and dead.

Paint my face in your magazines, make it look whiter than it seems. Paint me over with your dreams, shove away my ethnicity. Burn every notion that I may have a flame inside to fight. And say just what is on my mind, without offending your might.Cuz this life is too short to live it just for you, But when you feel so powerless What are you gonna do? So say what you want. Say what you want.

This is the land the sunset washes,These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;Where it rose, or whither it rushes,These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple trafficStrews the landing with opal bales;Merchantmen poise upon horizons,Dip, and vanish with fairy sails.

'Oh Captain, My Captain' by Walt Whitman

L O V E

N A T U R E

Poetry gets people thinking and feeling about the world. We will be reading a writing poetry that targets 5 major subjects: Poetry also comes in many forms (or genres). We will be studying what makes each genre unique, but also similar to the others.

Poetry

Week 1: Elements of PoetryWeek 2: Theme - NatureWeek 3: Genre - Week 4: Theme - LoveWeek 5: Genre - Week 6: Theme - IdentityWeek 7: Genre - Week 8: Theme - DeathWeek 9: Genre - Week 10: Theme - SocietyWeek 11: Genre - Week 12: Performance Project

I D E N T I T Y

Now we trying to get a piece of what the city broke down.Barely claiming families but quick to claim the townRecognize it's serious but ain't afraid to clownTrained for confrontation there's no other way aroundThese sacred ground desecrators,They try to decimate us,They hit the ballot like the mayor's gonna save us.It pains me to say this but pain is what made thisIt's gonna take more than just rain to change this.

D E A T H

The first generation in the U.S. of A To get paid less wage than the ones who cameBefore the wicked waged war in a desert terrain24 short bars couldn't measure the painSo now I, greet the neighbor daily, he's on his porch smokingOverhead thunderclouds moving slow motionCame across an ocean in hope of some better daysEx-patriotated citizens of third world decayWhere children translate for their parents sakeIn a landscape where the working class, can't escape.These languages twisted, tongues get unraveledCan't understand each other in this modern day Babel.

S O C I E T Y

Nature, Love, Identity, Death, Society

The Big Questions

The Class

The Schedule


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