Tuesday 17 April 2012

Free-Verse Poetry Contest - [Second Place]

Name: Nur Jalilah Binti Abdul Aziz
Class: LGB5D
Semester: 5
Title: The Underdog
Word Count: 490
Category: Poem
Brief Summary: A free verse poem based on how I perceive myself and how many other women who are considered wall flowers see themselves.
Other Details: Since it is a free verse poem, I wrote some words that are considered as slang such as "ain't" which mean "I am not/isn't", "I'ma" which means "I am going to" and "bling bling" which is a word that means heavy jewelry. These words are commonly heard in The United States, usually spoken by people of the African American ethnicity.


Hello, nice to know you,
I’m your average underdog,
I’m not as ugly as a frog,
But I’ve got a figure that matches the blob,
Nice to know you,
Goodbye,
I’ve got loads to do.

Hello, nice to meet you,
You know what’s been ailing,
My waist line is spreading,
I can’t help complaining,
That none of my anime is playing,
It was nice to know you,
This meeting totally ruled!

Pleased to meet you,
Forgive me my uniform,
I’ve done all I can not to conform,
I think it’s best to inform,
That nothing I do is the norm.

Well, hello there, we meet again,
I hate that sharp words can penetrate my brain,
You know it’s such an awful strain,
To have to always block out the pain,
And desperately wished that,
I could just get lost in the rain.

Hey there, you make a lovely sight,
Can’t stop getting my voice heard right,
Probably because I ate the queen with my knight,
A great struggle ‘twas all for naught,
As I’ve lost the fight,
With trembling hands and a load of jitters,
And a body that got chewed by critters,
I look away to lick my wounds,
I hope a triumph is dawning soon.

Hi, this is getting to be a bore,
One of the pretties just caused an uproar,
She just went down real low on the floor,
The very idea disconnects my jaw,
As being such a show off gives me an eyesore.

Hi, there, will you please listen to me,
I try so hard to please,
I try so hard not to hurt,

And I don’t have boyfriends,
Because I don’t know how to flirt,
I’m not quite that sad,
But I suppose desperation has been quite bad,
I try my best not to give a care,
Usually I succeed as nobody stares.

Well, it’s been nice knowing you,
I’m just your average rock star,
Unfortunately, I can’t seem to play the guitar,
A lot of the “fanboys” would rather just drown me in tar.

I have lots of close friends,
The type of friendship that transcends,
I have not one man in my life,
Well, with the exception of my dad and brother, Ike,
I try not to stand out in a classroom,
I’m the girl who will shrink in the boardroom,
I can’t dance, I can’t sing,
There ain’t no way I’ma get me some bling bling,
I don’t do drama, used to watch Futurama,
I wear kaftans not Escada,
Still put on that wicked blue eye shadow,
Don’t think make up is shallow,
I guess I’m not just your average underdog,
I’m a woman emerged from a mysterious fog,
I’m my own person with thoughts and feelings,
And not anyone can purchase that with shillings.

Goodbye, my friend, it was nice knowing you,
I’m glad that I’m no longer so blue,
Hope to once again talk to you soon.

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