They say Fg= to the force
of gravity
The force that’s supposed
to keep me rooted like a tree,
Planted by streams, of
living water…
So why is it that I feel
as though I cannot be free?
From this sea, of
equations that’s pulling me down
Surround sound is all
around me, as I make playlists on Spotify filled with uplifting tunes
Hoping that the medley of
harmonic frequencies will save me from this typhoon, of pain
As my late nights are
filled with herbal tea and Starbuck’s coffee
I’m sipping every last
drop, and pouring the exlir into my eyes,
It is no surprise that
every night I’m struggling, on the floor sprawling
Free falling in class I’m
stalling
Waiting for that clock to
constantly accelerate,
And liberate and
penetrate this class I hate…
I’m just asking for this
occasion for there to be constant acceleration,
But there is strong
gravitational time dilation, and the class does not look like it will hasten,
This course has become
the center that my centripetal force, of worry revolves around
And despite the change in
time, there is no impulse for me to stay, on this ground
It is just not right,
That when God looked at
the world on the seventh day,
He had the audacity to
say that the class called AP Physics I would
be okay
To have on his pure Earth
Forget the snake and his
crafty schemes,
The
mix of the alphabet and numbers elicits much more screams
As
they combine to form sinister equations,
With
mysterious variables and deformed faces
It
seems as though when I throw my seeds of learning on the path…
The birds eat it up and the
sun unleashes its wrath…
Scorching and burning up
every last root
For my faith is shallow,
and they fail to dig down deep
The fruit of my labor is
much less sweet…
For when I sink my mouth
into the flesh, I attain no knowledge, good or evil
So let me ask you: what
is the point of science and mathematics!?
From Pythagorean theorems
to rotational kinematics?
For the founding fathers
of American literature have much more celebratory antics
For one can party all
night with Fitzgerald
Lie down in the grass
with Whitman
Cringe at the apocalypse
with Vonnegut
Revisit revolutions with
Dickens
But wait, there is more!
Can you say that you have
leapt through fires with Bradbury?
Or unearthed the scary
tales of Edgar Allan Poe?
Hid from Big Brother with
Orwell?
Taken walks in the woods
with Thoreau?
Have you ever fought
angry fruit with Steinbeck?
Explored the seas with
Hemingway?
Poured out your anger
with Richard Wright?
Run with Dickinson,
encouraging her to fight?
Because with Newton,
everything falls
Apples tumble, smacking
heads, crashing telescopes
While Galileo gropes,
looking to the stars for inspiration
Rather than being than
lapping the miles and enjoying what he has in this nation
But though I have these
negative reflections, when I look in the positive direction,
Through this collection
of information, my brain has amassed a permanent appreciation, for this subject
But, where science
discovers, literature creates
Yet still, I must learn
to embrace, the mechanics of this world
So though my evenings,
mornings, and afternoons, may be filled with much gloom
As I measure out my
distress in empty cups of doom,
And the sorrows of
tomorrow become the tribulations of today
As I’m caught in the fray
and learning has been delayed,
I will strive to master
and learn this difficult class…
And at the end of the
semester, be crowned and Kinged, Free at Last!
