By Lucy Tirahan
This week was entitled 'Identity Crisis' and revolved around the struggle for young people to find their identity in a world consumed by social media. We looked at how the tendency to compare ourselves and our lifestyle to the ones we see online could lead to a dangerous cycle of greed and insecurity. This first task was to write a poem with the repeated refrain 'I am...' at the start of each sentence, the students had to follow the refrain with something personal that they felt contributed to their identity; I encouraged them to look at the small, insignificant details as they are often big parts to who we are. Secondly, the students completed a poem based around the theme of 'comparison', some went down the social media route, where others chose to look at comparison in nature.
I am a geek-freak
I am a book worm
I am the only person who has a favourite element- Potassium
I am a total harry potter fan
I am the heart of my family
I am a panic-generator when tests are around the corner
I am a Nandos maniac
A typical Bollywood drama queen
I am a hilarious hippopotamus
I am Ayesha
I am the biggest science nerd/enthusiast ever.
I am a very stressed person when it comes to tests or assessed tasks.
I am a very doubtful person towards myself.
I am never going to feel like I can be good enough.
I am not what I seem to be.
I am an owner of my blood,
I am a pea’s hater,
I am a smile on my face,
I am the oldest sister,
I am always there,
I am a ROBLOX fan,
I am my mother’s mashed potatoes,
I am simply me.
Activity 2: Comparison poems
She scrolls through her Instagram feed,
Admiring all their complexions
But really do we know that this is a cover over their imperfections?
She looks into the mirror,
And brushes her delicate hand over her rough skin
Feels the tainted bumps of jealousy
And tries to scrape them off,
Releasing the hate
A tear swelling in her eye
She puts her account on disguise
Comments on how their face made a baby cry
You see me and you think that I am calm am never has a worry,
But you don’t know the truth I rented everything and is so poor I couldn’t pay them, sorry.
When you see me you think three hours of work is what you would spend,
Even though I am the person without a single friend.
You want to be me because you think all these riches being mine is true,
But I am the poor, lonely that desires to be you.
All over the magazines,
All over your phone,
All these perfect people,
Aren’t as perfect as their shown.
We feel jealousy going through our veins,
This dreadful imposter,
Is always on your case,
Yes, the green eyed monster.
These photos are photo shopped
They are all fake
This is all done
For the money that they make
Our Creative Writing Teacher
I'm a student in year 12
who is passionate about writing and hopes to become successful in the industry when I'm older.
I am lucky to have been provided with many opportunities throughout school to explore this skill and take it further. Writing is often seen as an unstable career but many people have inspired me to stay committed to something I love and to keep my drive, purely because it is with drive and dedication that you can overcome what is deemed impossible.
I wanted to do something which would inspire younger years to take up creative writing, as I truly believe it is an art that can help you develop many skills and force you to think outside the ordinary.
I also believe that younger people have not been provided with a sufficient platform to make themselves heard, this blog is an alternative platform. I now run a creative writing club with Heston West Big Local once a week where I work with students aged 11-14 on creative writing pieces.
They are all incredibly talented and each individual manages to write from a unique perspective. Each week we will upload their work, I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy working with them.