Oh the joy of us

Oh the joy of us

Reading, writing, and the will to express

All the sorrow and pain of our troubled souls

All time high and the many all time lows

This class has been so unique and so special

A place to ignore our mind’s constant wrestle

A place to let our hearts explode all over the pages of our notebooks

To let a sliver of light into the darkest corners of our lives

It changes our opinion, our views, and all of our outlooks

Those who embrace the darkness will truly thrive

To know the feeling of happy and sad

To know the feeling of up and down

To know the feeling of here and there

To know the feeling of them and that

We live to experience the reality that others mold for us

At least, that’s what we are expected to do

Why must we live in a world created by others

Why can’t we create our own worlds and our own stars

Why can’t that girl be the center of our universe

Why can’t that boy be the stars in our lives

We are different

Oh the joy of being different

This class proves that

You thought I was writing a poem and then it changed

What did you expect

Being different is a gift

So leave this class feeling a little different and little scarred because honestly

You’re better off this way

Oh the joy of us

This class has taught me to love all of us

Not to judge people by the color of their skin but by the content of their character

Please be different and have joy while you express that side of you

Oh the joy of us