on writing poems

This semester, I have a poem due every Tuesday for my poetry class. I have written poetry before, but never on demand. I cannot just sit down and write a poem. I need the proper inspiration...

So last night I sat down and stubbornly told myself that I could not get up until I had written a poem. I wrote four very badly composed sets of verses before leaving my desk in a huff of frustration.

Strangely enough, though not quite surprisingly, they were all about Africa.