September 25 in The Beginning

I went to the poetry meeting today. Kind of a disappointment but I guess that’s what happens when you set your expectations and then being grounded by reality. Small group (which I expected), the person gave us two prompts to write a poem from. Then some of the group shared what they wrote; I didn’t. In fact I didn’t write anything. I’m not someone who can be given a prompt and just start writing like that. Maybe because those prompts weren’t about serious topics, while what I write and think about are usually serious things. So I stayed the entire meeting, listened and left without saying a word. I also blame my shyness for not even sharing any thoughts that I had, but regardless I don’t think I’ll be back next week.

Earlier today my friend and I were stopped outside of class by some group wanting black reparations. The man seemed very passionate about it, which is good I suppose. Talked to us about 15 minutes about trying to get a fundraiser for a march in D.C. in November. Travel all the way up there from a bus. I would need to do more research on the group, but traveling to D.C. for the hell of it sounds like a very exciting thing for me to do on a personal level. My friend said they were Marxists, but he didn’t really make it sound like that was a bad thing. I would try to get him to come along too for the hell of it. I think it would be very interesting to see. Plus, I have always wanted to go to D.C. anyways.