My Poem

    When I first logged on to the Poetry Out Loud website, I was actually kind of scared. The list of poems was really long, and I learned really quickly that the title of the poem gives away nothing. The weird thing was that I actually found my poem randomly instead of using one of the steps. The poem I chose is called Scary Movies, by Kim Addinozio. I first looked at this poem because of its name but after reading it over a couple of times I knew this was the one that I was going to read.
     Scary Movies was one of the longer poems and memorizing it was a little bit hard at first. Basically, I sat down at the table and told myself I wasn't going to get up until I memorized the entire thing. At first I was planning on singing it (when I was alone, of course) to remember it, but then I had this scary moment where I realized that if I did that I might end up singing it in front of the class. So I just wrote it down, then said it, and just in case, memorized it backwards so that I won't forget one of the stanzas when I read it in front of the class.
     I don't think this poem can really relate to my life, but it can relate to life in general. It relates scary movies to real life. I really like this poem, because it has an edge. Its cynical. It starts out kind of light and talking about things like cyclopes and movies theaters but quickly it changes to talking about her friends death and then the death of her parents. It also bounces back and forth a lot, from reality to her dark imagination. I especially like the ending, it's both dramatic and very straight forward and still kind of sarcastic.
    I haven't ever read a poem in front of people before, and I'm not really sure how I'm going to "portray emotions through my face" but I'll give it my best shot. I think that I can use my voice to try and give the emotion of my poem, but if that doesn't work I think that using as little emotion as possible could work for this poem because of how cynical and depressing it is. I usually don't use gestures when I talk, but now I'm freaked out about what I'm supposed to do with my hands... Do I cross them? Keep them at my sides? I'm going to have to watch some more of those poetry videos.