{"id":11533,"date":"2021-03-04T09:59:54","date_gmt":"2021-03-04T15:59:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=11533"},"modified":"2021-03-04T09:59:57","modified_gmt":"2021-03-04T15:59:57","slug":"genetics-a-poem-catered-to-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2021\/03\/04\/genetics-a-poem-catered-to-me\/","title":{"rendered":"Genetics: a poem catered to me"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><b>genetics<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">BY <\/span><a style=\"color: #ff0000;\" href=\"https:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/poets\/jacqueline-woodson\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">JACQUELINE WOODSON<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; color: #ff0000;\">My mother has a gap between<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; color: #ff0000;\">her two front teeth. So does Daddy Gunnar.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; color: #ff0000;\">Each child in this family has the same space<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; color: #ff0000;\">connecting us.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; color: #ff0000;\">Our baby brother, Roman, was born pale as dust.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; color: #ff0000;\">His soft brown curls and eyelashes stop<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; color: #ff0000;\">people on the street.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Whose angel child is this?<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> they want to know.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When I say, <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">My brother, <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">the people<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; color: #ff0000;\">wear doubt<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; color: #ff0000;\">thick as a cape<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; color: #ff0000;\">until we smile<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400; color: #ff0000;\">and the cape falls.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I could count how many times I have read a poem that I truly relate to on one hand. Seldom do I connect with poetry on a level of familiarity, but this particular poem immediately resonated with me. For my entire life, I have been singled out, picked on, praised, and even questioned about my most unique feature: my gap. After losing my two front teeth as a child, I was sure that they would grow back in the same way as they were prior to me losing them; I was wrong.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">My teeth came back with a space that would be with me forever. The idea of getting rid of my gap bothers me and even brings me to the brink of dissapointment. <em>Why would I get rid of something so beautiful?\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-11536 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/IMG_7945-1-scaled-e1614579114856-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/IMG_7945-1-scaled-e1614579114856-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/IMG_7945-1-scaled-e1614579114856-768x1024.jpg 768w, https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/IMG_7945-1-scaled-e1614579114856-1152x1536.jpg 1152w, https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/IMG_7945-1-scaled-e1614579114856-1536x2048.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/IMG_7945-1-scaled-e1614579114856-1200x1600.jpg 1200w, https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/IMG_7945-1-scaled-e1614579114856.jpg 1920w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 225px) 85vw, 225px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Jacqueline Woodson was a poet I came across during my search for a poem for Poetry Out Loud. Once I found her poem <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Genetics <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I was immediately intrigued. I had never seen a poem with such a title; a simple word with such a heavy meaning.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Upon reading the poem, my first thought was, \u201cWow. This is literally my life.\u201d The parallels within the poem matched perfectly with my life. Like the speaker in the poem, I, too, have a family gene of the famous gap. No matter how big or small it is, every member of my family has a gap. The most prominent carriers of the gene happen to be me and my siblings. My brother and sister don\u2019t have a large gap like me, but theirs surely isn\u2019t in hiding.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Our infamous gap is behind the various questions of \u201cAre you guys related?\u201d or, my personal favorite when it is just my sister and I, \u201cAre you two twins or sisters?\u201d These questions never fail to bring a smile to our faces as we know how distinct that feature is and how personal it is to us.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">For Jacqueline Woodson to bring that same smile to my face as I read her poem, I thank her. Her simple words and short lines told a story that I knew well. It tells a story that I dream of being able to tell someone one day. It was almost like I could envision myself saying the poem to a stranger who asked me about my gap or to someone who doubted my relation to my brother or sister. I could see myself as the speaker.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Strictly praising the content of the poem, I also want to give praise to the simplistic structure of the poem. I am a strong believer in shorter poems holding more weight. The words are carefully picked and placed together strategically. With longer poems, I feel, you have more room to throw in \u201cfiller\u201d words, creating a disconnect between the reader and the poem. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Jacqueline Woodson worded this poem perfectly, not wasting time on descriptions, but rather being completely present in that moment. The structure of the poem was an interesting aspect. I don\u2019t dwell too much on poem structures considering the possibilities are endless for how a poem can look. Personally, I like to see the various ways a poem can be structured, I even practice changing the structure of my own poems from time to time. The overall poem had great pacing, strong word choice, and also has a very welcoming and relatable tone to it.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I love this poem and I think you all will too! Check it out and let me know what you think!<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Happy reading!<\/span><\/p>\n<p><br \/><br \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>genetics BY JACQUELINE WOODSON My mother has a gap between her two front teeth. So does Daddy Gunnar. Each child in this family has the same space connecting us. Our baby brother, Roman, was born pale as dust. His soft brown curls and eyelashes stop people on the street. Whose angel child is this? they &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2021\/03\/04\/genetics-a-poem-catered-to-me\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Genetics: a poem catered to me&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":46,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11533"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/46"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11533"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11533\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11594,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11533\/revisions\/11594"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11533"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11533"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11533"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}