Isabelle's Inquisitions

Whenever I feel lost, which has been feeling like a lot nowadays, one of my favorite songs to listen to is "White Ferrari" by Frank Ocean, so I chose it today for my "Experiencing Poetry." This is the song: White Ferrari Frank Ocean Bad luck to talk on these rides Mind on the road, your dilated eyes Watch the clouds float, white Ferrari Had a good time (Sweet 16, how was I supposed to know anything?) I let you out at Central I didn't care to state the plain Kept my mouth closed We're both so familiar White Ferrari, good times Stick by me, close by me You were fine You were fine here That's just a slow body You left when I forgot to speak So I text to speech, lesser speeds Texas speed, yes Basic takes its toll on me, Eventually, eventually, yes Ah, on me eventually, eventually, yes I care for you still and I will forever That was my part of the deal, honest We got so familiar Spending each day of the year, White Ferrari Good times In this life, life In th

Something that stuck out to me from this week that Mrs. Feldkamp said was how being a parent is like "having your heart outside of your body." Even though I'm obviously not a parent, I feel like this rings true in how I view my relationship with my two younger siblings. In an attempt to relate this to the poetry unit we're on right now, I guess I'll say that both being an older sister and engaging with poetry — whether it be listening, reading, or writing it — both feel like reducing life to its basic elements. The feeling of being an older sister, while can never replicate the experience of being a parent, is like constantly looking over your shoulder to make sure that your siblings don't make the same mistakes you did in similar situations. We're bound by blood, and if not, we're bound by having grown up in similar environments, so the chances are likely that my siblings will make the same mistakes I did. In this sense, not only am I concerned for my