I was supposed to write a poem for a competition sponsered by our choir program. So, here it is. Yes, I'm aware it needs fixing, I'll make it somewhat better for the finalized thing, but so far so good maybe?
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I like my classic country
with its timeless voices
and its endless feeling
she likes her hip hop
and R&B
the kind sang by
"black dudes"
and "white rappers"
with the girls in the background
of every video
and the songs
that make you want to grab somebody
in the club
and he likes that music
that's in-between indie
and pop and maybe alternative
that makes you feel happy
when it's sang to you
over a skype call
even if the voice
ain't perfect
and I like my kind of punk rock
that makes you question society
and the world around you
the kind that gives you
a sort of high
she likes her pop
the one that's on the radio
every day when she drives
the kind that anyone can sing along to
the kind that brightens days
when sang
before school
in the locker room
by a group of choir girls
who gave up to pursue their dreams
(one; medicine
two; cheer
three; boys
four; makeup
five; tumblr
six; country)he likes this weird kind of music
that I can't physically describe
but some of it's ambient
and some of it's weird
and some of it's cool
it reminds me of dubstep
and reminds me of trap
but I guess I never learned the name of this
"new genre" that's probably only new to me
but the good thing about music is
that no matter how it's different
it's all the same
and everyone finds
something they like
and they'll sing it all the time
something they'll share
to a girl two thousand miles away
something they'll listen to
when they're happy
or sad
or mad
or emotionless
because music
connects us
on a level
deeper than
the beats
and the lyrics
could ever try to.
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PoetryA collection of poetry. Classic feelings added to classic thoughts equals classic poetry. Rated PG-13 for language. © 2015 layschips1