I haven't posted any stuff from my creative writing class yet for a few reasons.
1: I'm busy out of my brains.
2: I want to edit them first.
3: As much writing as I've shared with y'all, I'm kind of scared to share this stuff. Don't ask why.
Something I'm not scared to share, though, are my limericks. Ever since fifth grade, I have loved writing limericks. They're just so dang fun, and I feel like I'm pretty good at them. See, unlike all the other poems my teacher wants us to write, these don't have to be really deep and philosophical. None of this "add an extra layer of meaning with your words" stuff. I mean I'd like to be able to do that and all, but I prefer silliness. (The last poem I turned in was about how to change dirty diapers, but my "deeper meaning" layer was about repentance. We'll see how much she likes that. ha.) Anyway, the great thing about limericks is that they're allowed--yea, even expected--to be funny.
We're supposed to come to class prepared to write a limerick on the board today. So I wrote several. Of the six and a half limericks that I wrote yesterday, this is my favorite:
My peeps said, "Can't no white girl bring da heat
And bust some rhymes, rappin' gangsta on da street."
SHEW. They be buggin'. I got rhythm!
And they'll see I ain't messin wid 'em
When I'm in da hood and throwin down dat beat.
I love my creative writing class. The end.
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