Week 8 Reflection

          This poem is about my journey from being a terrible poet to being a very decent one, and it isn't all thanks to the poetry blog assignment. It is about me being a bit sad about the assignment being done, because I enjoyed writing a new poem each week, but I recognize that it was fun and gained a lot from taking part in the blogs. I also had a lot of fun thinking of different rhymes and have gotten quite good at rhyming now which is something I was never good at. What I meant with the N.C. line was that they were the losers last year in the NCAA final, much like I was a loser at poetry, but now they are the champs, just as I am now good at poetry. My poem itself followed no specific structure, and had only rhyme. I wouldn't change anything because it was the last poem and like Kanye says, I should never regret my artistic choices.

Last Real Poem

I am a good poet now, but I used to be crap

so it has been a long writing journey.

I was a loser, but now I'm the champ

Like N.C. in the tourney.

I'm so popular, my name is written on totems,.

People read my poems as if they were the Torah.

I'm as passionate with poems,

As Osberg is with roasting Zamora.

I became a better writer by far,

But my eight weeks of spitting flame are done. 

I don't know how many good poets there are,

all I know is I'm the best one.

Thank you Mr. Osberg.

This is an image of Childish Gambino, who spits flame just like I do and just as I say I do in this poem.