{"id":14044,"date":"2021-12-01T13:07:36","date_gmt":"2021-12-01T19:07:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=14044"},"modified":"2021-12-01T13:07:39","modified_gmt":"2021-12-01T19:07:39","slug":"persona-poetry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2021\/12\/01\/persona-poetry\/","title":{"rendered":"Persona Poetry"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Persona, said in context of the writing world, is when a writer writes in first person perspective with the &#8220;I&#8221; of the poem being an object, an idea, or another person. The &#8220;I&#8221;&nbsp; &#8211;&nbsp; also called the narrator&nbsp; &#8211;&nbsp; of this style of poetry can NOT be the writer themselves.&nbsp; That is what makes this type of writing unique and most certainly impactful. Poets can dive in and use the (distanced from themselves) perspectives of objects, ideas, or other people to convey powerful messages, call outs, and show beautiful new ways of thinking.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Below are a few examples of persona poetry being performed, and through these performances we can hear how powerful a poem can become when spoken aloud. These Speakers embody their chosen poems, bringing them to life and expressing them wonderfully.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Jamila Woods performs &quot;Pigeon Man&quot;\" width=\"840\" height=\"630\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/iu3z-wJ5rXY?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"2013 - Brave New Voices (Finals) - Washington D.C. Team\" width=\"840\" height=\"473\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/xpoeAylal6M?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Jeanann Verlee &quot;Jezebel Revisits the Book of Kings.&quot;\" width=\"840\" height=\"473\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/ruilExNrEbA?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Trying my own hand at Persona poetry, I ended up with a collection that I call Breakthrough Persona. Wanting to follow the instructions of not bluntly telling what the narrator is, I decided to alluded to or hint at what my subjects where in their titles. Below are three poems from my collection Breakthrough Persona: <em>stands of mental health<\/em>, <em>keeper of fiction that&#8217;s painfully true<\/em>, and <em>aspects of titles<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<pre class=\"wp-block-preformatted\">strands of mental health &nbsp;\n\n\nWhat happens after?&nbsp;\nWhat happens after the good days disappear&nbsp;\nand the bad are all you are allowed to wake up to?\nWhen your feelings are fleeting&nbsp;\nand you get stuck in those in between moments, those transitions \u2014&nbsp;\nwhat happens then?&nbsp;\nSee, clothes cost money; you don't like pain;&nbsp;\nyou refuse the drugs, the alcohol, the addictions \u2014\nyou know those are more damaging, more altering,\nthan what you want to deal with.\nStill, you chase to make a dramatic difference.\nTo find some reminiscences of control.&nbsp;\nSo you find scissors.&nbsp;\nYou know I'll grow back.&nbsp;\nNothing permanent, but it feels drastic all the same.&nbsp;\nYou grip me tight and pull me out in chunks \u2014\nyou cut me off in ragged pieces,\nstripping me of my color, my life, my health&nbsp;\nso as to change me to a shade, a style of your liking.&nbsp;\nTruly, what do you think of me?\nDo you find my flatness borish or my curls a nuisance?\nDo my split-ends and frizziness drive you mad?\nThey shouldn't, for these are the result of improper care \u2014\nI was not treated as treasure for what was natural, but scorned.&nbsp;\nYou get angry at pieces of me that are of your own making,\nfor you did not take time to learn my ways nor&nbsp;\ndid you take time to learn how to care for me.\nOnly time and gentle attention will fix this unruly, tangled, damaged mess&nbsp;\nthat you have made of me.&nbsp;\n\nSimply learn my ways;\ntreat me in the right regard \u2014\nthen I will follow.\n\n<\/pre>\n\n\n\n<pre class=\"wp-block-preformatted\">keeper of fiction that\u2019s painfully true. &nbsp;\n\n\nI am stained&nbsp;\nwith tears as ink,&nbsp;\nwith the essence of your being;&nbsp;\nyour thoughts, your hates, and your desires.\n\nYou scratch me&nbsp;\nwith words of graphite,&nbsp;\nwith the shade of your mind;&nbsp;\nyour wonders, your fears, and your wishes.&nbsp;\n\nSo why do you tear me up into shredded little pieces of emotions and crumble me into a simple piece of trash \u2014 one that you don\u2019t even think to pick up after you have thrown me towards the dumpster and missed \u2014\n\nwhy have you dismissed me so?\n\nI am covered\nwith truths as fiction,\nwith a piece of your life;\nyour pasts, your presents, and your futures.\n\nYou line me&nbsp;\nwith hordes of symbolism,\nwith a sliver of your sight;\nYour perspectives, your actions, and your dialogues.&nbsp;\n\nSo why do you fold me up into tiny squares of pretendence and hide me in the creased lining of notebooks \u2014 ones that you don\u2019t ever think to open after you have stacked notebook upon notebook on what you want forgotten \u2014&nbsp;\n\nwhy have you abandoned me so?\n\n<\/pre>\n\n\n\n<pre class=\"wp-block-preformatted\">aspects of titles&nbsp;\n\n\nYou get called a lot of things growing up.&nbsp;\nI might have been a nickname, a compliment, or an insult.&nbsp;\nI might have been a pet name, a label, or an evaluation.\nI might be reserved for one person.\nI might be reserved for many.&nbsp;\nWhen you were little, I was \u201ccurious\u201d, \u201cMomma\u2019s girl\u201d, and \u201cmature\u201d.\nNow that you are older, I am \u201cintelligent\u201d, \u201cindependent\u201d, and \u201cchildish\u201d.&nbsp;\n\nI change as you grow and develop \u2014&nbsp;\nnew sides of yourself allow for others\nto come up with more of me.&nbsp;\nSo don\u2019t be afraid,&nbsp;\nwhen I am changed on the whims of others;&nbsp;\nembrace me, take the new versions of me that you want, and disregard the others \u2014&nbsp;\nfor half of what they call you is made of their opinion, and the rest is what you decide I am.&nbsp;\n\n<\/pre>\n\n\n\n<p>So that&#8217;s what i have on Persona Poetry! Hope you liked reading my blog about this topic, and maybe it will inspire you to try persona poetry out for yourself!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Persona, said in context of the writing world, is when a writer writes in first person perspective with the &#8220;I&#8221; of the poem being an object, an idea, or another person. The &#8220;I&#8221;&nbsp; &#8211;&nbsp; also called the narrator&nbsp; &#8211;&nbsp; of this style of poetry can NOT be the writer themselves.&nbsp; That is what makes this &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2021\/12\/01\/persona-poetry\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Persona Poetry&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":66,"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\/14044"}],"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\/66"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14044"}],"version-history":[{"count":13,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14044\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14130,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14044\/revisions\/14130"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14044"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14044"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14044"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}