Whitney Smith: Westview’s grade 12 student body president who comes from humble beginnings is a fan of the fine arts. Her inspiration is derived from her family background, religion and neighbourhood. Here she expresses herself in one of her many poems.
Disappearing Acts:
They say conversation rule a nation
So I’ve been speaking since the day I was conceived
Slowly walking to the top grabbing my Grammy
With the achievement of being the realest
Disease of the rarest forms
Maryln Monroe with my discrepancy
Killing all my casualties
Poke a doted, artistically diverse
Standing out yet I’m sitting
Never been a minority
Muhammad Ali with my words
Knock em dead mercy killing
My rhymes come from the toilet
If its the s*** then I recite
Got haters praising my name blasphemy
Swear they care about me more than they do there own family.
Aristotle ain’t got s*** on me
Educationally increasing my success
Loving myself, narcissists yet I don’t own a mirror
Slowly hitting every bar a drunken girl
Maryln Manson on madness
Addicted to a certain kind of weather
White stuff all over Christmas
Chest beating passionately like the African drum
Try finding a reason to live
And stop worrying about what I do
Find logic in your existence
Underestimated for I’m the one to be exalted
Sipping with the riches
Omnipresent for I haven’t left my living room
Moving mountains
A visage of people who call themselves my friend
Folding all these enemies like origami
Motivated to create a difference in the world
Inspired to be apart of the 1%
To tarnish the gap between the rich and poor
So that the working class will be able to live
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