Literature Class

Composed after messing up my literature exam. What is the point of studying literature? Why do we dissect literature so much? Why do we try to analyse poems and books with our cold hearted minds?

Literature Class

I am a novel

and All I want to tell you

is the Love within me,

the Passion,

the Joy and

Sorrow.

But you,

You frame me.

Frame me and cage me.

‘Metaphors.’ ‘Similes.’

‘Juxtaposition.’

That’s what you call me

and label me.

I am a poem

and All I want to tell you

is the Drama within me,

the Life,

the Wonders and Harmony

that words can create.

But you, but YOU,

You defile me.

You dissect me.

Slash me

and hack me.

You shatter me into pieces-

Pieces you call : ‘Literary devices.’

You talk about the

Diction and Stanzas,

Rhyme and Rhythm,

But you don’t recognise

the Life in me.

You ruin me

and kill my

Love, Joy,

Passion, Drama,

Wonders and Harmony

with the absolute zero of your humanity.

I am Literature

and All I want to tell you

is to enjoy me.