Last friday, my lecturer told the class to write a poem about pluralism. The shocking thing was that we should make the poem directly in the last 20 minutes before the class was over. I like to read poetry but I can't write a good poem.... :(
In the end, I succeded to make a (silly) poem. Even it was quite odd, but I like the poem. And I was proud of it (just like every mother who proud of her child even the child is imperfect :p)
In the end, I succeded to make a (silly) poem. Even it was quite odd, but I like the poem. And I was proud of it (just like every mother who proud of her child even the child is imperfect :p)
So.. This is my expression and opinion about pluralism. Please leave a comment whether you like it or not and why. Suggestion and question are hightly admissible :)
The Closet
I am a pair of gloves
They are suits
She is a trousers
It is an underwear
inside the closet
I have running shoes
You have flat shoes
They have sneakers
We have flip-flop
He has stillletos
She has boots
all
inside the closet
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