Project Work
-Individual Reflective Essay

The story I have chosen to write a poem on is “THE TAXIMAN’S STORY” I chose this story as I found it the most interesting amongst the rest. I also understood this story clearly. I could imagine myself as the character inside. While writing the poem, I did face some challenges, like other writers. Although I knew that poems need not rhyme, I wanted to put some rhyming words in it to make it more interesting. I had to use some websites to help me find rhyming words.
I re-editted my poem the second time as i wanted to add more poetic devices like metaphors , similes , etc. into it.

I have chosen blogging to present my poem. As I have been blogging for a very long time, I am more comfortable in using this method. Plus, I know how to edit the skins for the blog. I did consider multimedia presentation. But after much thought, I find that blogging is more preferable when compared to the multimedia presentation.

I think that the Poetry Slam Coaching Clinic has helped me in this project. Before the clinic, I had no connections with poetry. After this clinic, it introduced me to different kinds of poem and that poems need not rhyme. This clinic has really contributed a lot to my poem. And I really agree that this project helped me increase my knowledge about poetry

The poem I am going to do based on a story in Catherine Lim Little Ironies is :
The Taximan Story

My poem is titled , THE TRUTH


Knowing here and there
Seeing all kinds of people
Going everywhere
While working all year round

This is my job, a taxi-man
One and only taxi-man
This truly is my bread and butter

I have 2 daughters, 4 sons
All sons working, 1 daughter at home
The other one, what can I say?
She did not obey….

I thought she was a sensible sheep
Who came home straight after school
But she wanted to be special ,
Which made herself look like a fool!

Dressed in sexy clothes
most of her skin, all exposed!
Wearing make up like there's a show
Who is she trying to impose?!

The next day,
there she is
being silly again and again
I really thought she was insane
so before I knew it , I became a bull

I disgraced her.
Slapped her
yanked her
into my taxi and we went home!

From that day onwards
Home was like prison,
Prison was like home.
BUT SHE DESERVED IT

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