Angela Poen

Freshman - 633 Points (20 April / Brits)

My Headsets - Poem by Angela Poen

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The reason why I'd ignore u & not feel guilty
The reason y I walk tall like a starring
The reason y I choose the backseat corner inside de taxi
The reason y I don't greet people
The reason why it's ok for me to walk alone
And feel like extending the distance

The reason behind my isolation
The reason y I don't mind taking further any activity

Nobody else feels what I'm feeling
As I put my elbow on the car window
The reason I would tap my foot and nod my head

So u wonder what am I hearing
What am I thinking/ feeling
What do I see..

It makes me want to express myself
Makes me feel like I own the world
Makes me cool down and not worry
Makes me feel like a hero
Takes my mind to a different world
And sometimes makes me cry

Pardon me for avoiving talkative people
For I know the mood and the vision will be taken away

Let the Gospel music make me feel God right within me
Let soul music calm me down, and of course make me cry
Let reggae make me feel natural and free to chant
Let rock 'n roll make me go crazy and wild
Let hip hop make me feel like I got swag and I'm on top of the world
Let RnB make me feel like a woman
Let kwaito and house bring back my ghetto lifestyle
Let traditional music make me feel like celebrating my culture everyday

So I'm not being rude
I just need to spend some QT with my headsets
I hope u understand that nothing else can make me feel this way
Nothing else can take me out of this place
None else can make me forget that I'm actually a shy person
Except what's transferred through these headsets into my ears.

Topic(s) of this poem: music

Form: Tanka

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 17, 2015

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