Saturday, July 19, 2014

CARS, by Jessica Scicchigno

I watch these cars zip by
white, black, brown, only some
colors and sizes of all kinds
some are small
some are big
with varying gas tanks
I watch
old, new, damaged and bruised
pass by me
Right as time ticks on by
now I look at mine
and wonder
how much time
until I drive.

~Cars, by Jessica Scicchigno
"Cars represent our lifestyles; some people need SUVs, some people want small cars. Cars represent life turning. Each day, everyone gets in their cars and goes to work, home, to their hobbies, etc. Cars represents our lives going, time ticking. We all have a story. We all have something that has happened to us that we want to forget (old, new, damaged, bruised), and the possible stereotype attached to that experience because of the newer cars. The poem is about starting life, determining who you are, and defining your own life despite what you did before, and despite what anyone else did before to you. It's about not letting the rest of your time be affected by what happened to you before (as the writer is watching the cars, then decides to join in). It's about accepting diversity and being enthusiastic about that diversity. Take life by the reins, follow your dreams, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

Be brave, despite what your car looks like."

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