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{Mon, Sep 2055, '10}   HARSH

I haven’t blogged in such a long time… Sorry! Thanks go out to all the strange internet people who make my views spike… XD

I can’t believe I haven’t posted this sooner! So over the summer, I wrote a poem entitled HARSH. I wrote it especially to recite at Open Mic Night, which my school’s Writing Club hosts a few times every year. It’s a little bit of a nonsense thing, but it has a good message… I think. It was inspired by my biology class…

Seven miles below the surface of the sea, in the Marianas Trench, an ordinary foraminifer is burrowed in the sand.
Millions of miles into the barren Sahara, a single eragrostis reaches for the sky, atop a common transverse dune.
Directly at 0°, 0°, a lone purple saxifrage bloom stands, contrasting against the plain, white tundra around it.

“They” say life can occur anywhere.
“They” say life is tough enough for anything.
I’m guessing “they” never went to high school.

High school, with it’s unbalanced food chain.
High school, where dog eats dog.
High school, the place I call home.

I don’t feel tough.
And I certainly don’t feel alive.
But I am, aren’t I?

Yesterday, I had a run-in with a gossip.
Today, I was caught in the airless vacuum of the hallway.
Tomorrow, I’ll probably be poisoned by toxic waste on the cafeteria trays.

Maybe I’ve adapted to this environment.
Maybe evolution has something to do with it.
Maybe living here is supposed to be this easy.

Or not.
This could all just be chance.
I’m still at the bottom of the food chain, aren’t I?

But what if “they” are right?
What if I’m really on top?
Does that make me alive?

Inhale, exhale.
Woah, how is this possible?
Am I breathing?

Inhale, exhale.
It works!
I must be breathing!

I can breathe! I can see! I can smell!
Okay, who cut the cheese?
Was it you?

Wait a second…
You’re breathing, too!
Are we the same?

You kind of look like me…
At the same time, you don’t.
What are you?

What kind of creatures are we?
To survive in this harsh place.
How is this possible?

You know what?
Maybe this isn’t so strange.
After all…

Seven miles below the surface of the sea, in the Marianas Trench, an ordinary foraminifer is burrowed in the sand.
Millions of miles into the barren Sahara, a single eragrostis reaches for the sky, atop a common transverse dune.
Directly at 0°, 0°, a lone purple saxifrage bloom stands, contrasting against the plain, white tundra around it.

They say “life” can occur anywhere.
They say “life” is tough enough for anything.
But I’ll let you decide if you’re really alive.

As an afternote, I realize I never once use the word harsh in the poem. Sorry?

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