reflections on The Spiderman Blog

I be sittin here chillin tryin tah write mah blawg,

But nuttin's in mah mind, gotta shake da thoughts off,

Crazy thoughts runnin' tru' mah head,

So I think I right 'em down, just do that instead.

It's dem thoughts about life, that's plaguin' mah mind,

Who I is, what I done, and who I've become,

I feel like I put mahself inside a bind,

What has been, what's tah come, is dis life any fun?

It's dem thoughts a her, an' who she be,

I tried tah change up mah style but she sees tru' me,

I guess I am what I am, I cain't change wheneva,

Cain't become what she wants, I just ain't that cleva,

It's dem thoughts about me, an' how I look,

Can da outside world read me like a book?

Do dey examine my life, judge e'ry step i took,

To dem I play like a pawn, or do I rove like a rook?

It's dem thought's a mah style, that I be thinkin 'bout,

Is I an arrogant fool beyond a reasonable doubt?

That ain't what I wanna be, that ain't who I oughta be,

I better come off that high chair an' see what I gotta see.

All dese thoughts in mah head, now that dey've been put down,

jus' make me think a that spidahman clown,

An' how he said to put yah life in his shoes,

An' see that it's difficult to live a life like da fool's,

Well, spidey boy I gotta answer ya now,

And after some reflection here's jus' what i found,

E'rybody's life ain't easy, jus' like dey might show,

we all got some hardships, it's jus' part a da flow,

Life is a challenge, no matta what we do,

Whether ya got a blog tah write or ya got swine flu,

ya gotta save da world, or ya gotta go tah school,

But I guess that's da point that I'm tryin' to prove,

So, yes, we got flaws in our "costume suits,"

An' sometimes what we say, in our hearts ain't true,

But if we work hard an' try tah change da impression,

We jus' might end up teachin' others a lesson.

-I decided to write my blog entry like this for a few reasons. Firstly, I really enjoyed the style in which James Hall's poem is written, and wanted to give it a shot, with a modern twist. And secondly, the spiderman in the poem inspired me to write about my own struggles with my identity, who I am, and what I'm perceived as. This led me to think about other people's perceptions of themselves and others, and gives rise to the end of my poem. Overall, I think that we put on disguises and assume identities for a reason, and being judgmental is a major part of modern society. This is neither a good thing nor a bad thing, it just is. But what I've discovered is that these impressions, especially when hindering or harmful, are hard to break: one cannot easily go back on what society has deemed them. This makes redemption and reinvention nigh impossible, unless we really do work hard and try to change the impression. (536)